When I open my inbox and see I've gotten a warning point I immediately fall to the ground and start screaming. Then I claw at my hair and yell "why, God?! Why me?! Why did God give me this life?! Why did God give me this warning point, why did god send ATRL-o-matic for me?!" But, I know you're not supposed to question God. Slowly, I rise, a single crystalline tear descending from my left eye (always my left eye); I turn towards the door and walk away from my computer. Beautiful by Christina Aguilera plays faintly in the background as I make my way towards the nearest window and throw myself out of it. I pick my crippled body up off of the street and I'm now fully dressed in Britney's Slave 4 U VMA's outfit and begin flailing about in the streets, frightening everyone I encounter. After this is through, I go back home and post flamebait in Celebria.