(You) are a pirate, or a loser, one or the other, I’m not sure. That said, you was very superstitious, no thirteen, no four, no nothing. In fact, the only thirteen letter word you use is superstitious. Because of living like this, you decided to visit the weird sisters, to figure out your fate. They said, in double language nonetheless, that you are to die of someone “choking the chicken”. Of course, you being the smart man you are, you know that no one dies of masturbation unless they hang themselves. However, men get pent up, and you decided to take one risk, one final nut, like you do on Halloween. It began with you looking for a good hentai, one that does not add up to 13. You decided on number 103698, but before you could pull your pants down, your computer caught on fire. Why it did that was revealed to be Principal Azula. “Oh egads, my roast, is ruined,” she said, “But, what if, I were to choke (You) and disguise him as my own cooking?” Then, walking over to you, she forces you down onto the bed, and puts her hands around your neck, throttling the shit out of you. As your life force ebbs, you feel that your situation fits into one word to a T: I am being choked by a cartoon that pretends to be anime, but it is not the worst one of that persuasion, since the creator did not die of how shit it was. You didn’t die though, you lost consciousness, but she came and realised what she had done, and left, tried to flag down a traveller, and when she did, he said: “Good lord, what is happening in there?” She then replied: “Aurora Borealis?”