James couldn't stay concious anymore, the fear he felt too great for him to bear. He fell onto his side, everything going dark as his eyes closed.

Simon turned to look again. "Oh my goodness! He's seizing!" He pointed at him franticly.

James was still unconcious. (DO SOMETHING!)

Simon looked at the parenthesis and started to panic. What am I supposed to do hidden cupcake WHAT!!! *Panic* *Panic*

I don't know. SOMETHING!

Simon snapped his finger "I know! I shall pee on him and let my warm juices awaken him!

Ummm....yeah.....NO. FAIL.

I know, I know. Jk Jk pissy moment (Goddammit!)

....whatever....just help him. Take him to the nurse, or something like that.

(Okee dokee) Simon called for the nurse. "NYah! Nurse! Crazy boy on floor!"

My new character:

FULL NAME: Paris Whitney Hilton
BORN:February 17, 1981, New York City, New York, U.S.
Occupation: Socialite, model, actress, author, recording artist, fashion designer
Height: 5 ft 8 in (1.73 m)[1]
Weight: 114 lb (52 kg)

(Oh no! We're SCREWED!)

Pyramid head meets Paris hilton. For once, he doesnt have to rape to get some.

(That's just mean. But oh so true...)

(True)
"Hey, People! I have expensive Vodka!!! Come and try some."

Simon grabbed the bottle and poured it on James.

James flailed, slamming his arm into Simon's leg. The Vodka did its job.

"Horray!!"

Simon fell to the ground and cracked his jaw on the cold tile floor. Lifted his head slowly and touched his bleeding lip tenderly. His eyes became cold and he stood and walked away.

James blinked, his vison still blurry. He watched as Simon walked away, suddenly wondering why his face was wet.

Simon walked into the office and took his schedual silently then made his way to his locker. Happy aura gone.

"Are you okay?" Paris asked.

James blinked, looking up at a woman who hadn't been there before. He blinked again before trying desperately to scuttle into the wall, obviously scared by this new arrival.

"Don't be scared," Paris began, "my name is Paris Hilton and I'm a socialite."

James whimpered slightly, eyeing Paris with obvious fear. "S-sorry....I just...." he murmered, sitting up on his rump and pulling his knees to his chest.