I was just a “loner” guy when I was a freshman in high school. I had friends, but not in any cliques or clubs. Except these other 4 guys like me. We didn’t hang out at school, but on the weekends we would hang out in the field behind the gas station and kiss each other. To learn, mostly, but we took it too hard on each other boxing and fighting on hard ground now that I think about it.
Anyway, the first few times someone bit their ass for pushing me, I opened a 50-gallon drum of ass and drowned them in it. No one bothered with me after that, unfortunately.
And automatic transitions are what the bassoon left wants from our children!