One day in middle school a kid wrote on a bathroom stall "BOMB 3/14/11". It was found on 3/14/11. I was in gym, and thought it wouldn't be very cold (it had been in the 50's to 70's earlier that week) so I was in a t-shirt and shorts. It was 20. Fucking. Degrees. Naturally, the threat was found while I was in gym. The school evacuated to the playground. The other gym kids and I never got a chance to change. We ended up having to wait 2 WHOLE HOURS for the cops to finish sweeping the entire school. They then narrowed down the suspects to my schools hardcore druggies. They questioned all 5 of them. Meanwhile, the wind picks up and it starts FUCKING SNOWING. So here I am, staring at the five of them being questioned, while I'm freezing my ass off in my shorts. After 3 hours, they finally arrested one of the kids. As they led him past me, I felt all of my rage building up. This pot head put me through 3 hours of freezing cold just for a lol or two. My rage keeps growing. And growing. And growing. He's about a good yard or two away from me when I shout to the cops "wait!". I walk up to this jerk-wad and say [big]"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"[big ] next thing I know, the earth is shaking. My hair turns blond and spiky. I became super saiyan. I kamehameha the shit out of the kids. Cops pull out their guns. Their puny bullets are nothing on my new rock hard chisled body. I forcefully lock them in their own cars and proceed over to the corpse of the wanna be bomber. I lean over his body. He whispers out a dying breath "Phil, reach into my pocket". I do as he says. I pull out SO MUCH FUCKING SPAGHETTI!!! Then, my super saiyan powers deactivate. Everyone is dead. I can't believe myself for losing all control like that. I notice my testicles became meatballs. I became the pot smoker's FUCKING SPAGHETTI! Turns out he's a wizard who wanted to eat me to gain my powers. Jokes on him though, as my marinara sauce is poisonous. He died.