When I was a kid there was this kid we used to call Cletus. I don’t know his real name. He was an arrogant prick and a dumbass, and he did stupid shit to get attention. He was the biggest loser in the whole school, and that’s saying something. He was the last person in all of history to have a bowl cut, and he stank, and he acted like he was so much better than everyone else.
If Cletus just took a shower and stopped acting like a douchebag he could have had friends. Even I had friends, but NOBODY liked Cletus.
He always got in trouble, and that’s saying something because that school was full of little monsters, but Cletus got in extra trouble. The teacher put him in the orange chair. NO ONE wanted to go to the orange chair because it was a thousand years old, and made of torn up, stained orange foam. I don’t think even God knew what half the stains were. Cletus was permanently put in the orange chair. Over the course of the year he was moved further and further near the teacher’s desk until he was seated AT the teacher’s desk. Then he was put in the hallway.