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You're back in high school, i assume most of you aren't high schoolers still, and some kid's bothering you. Maybe his voice is annoying or you don't like the way he walks, maybe you woke up pissed and swore to attack the first living thing you cross, I forgot why I did it, but either way you punch him hard the gut and shove him to the floor. As he's getting up he utters out 'You just set off my trap card'

What do you do next? His tone of voice and environment left to the interpreters interpretation. Namely, you.

I pull out my Glock 19 and say "Don't try anything, punk."

i shall slap him upon his noodle

Punch him again. The Yu-gi-oh kids were always the nerdiest so that means its okay to bully them.

I just walk away in disgust. Yami Yugi can spout all the memes he wants.

If I've been transported back to high school that's a good 4.5-8.5 years with which to build a superior future for myself and apply my skills from the future towards the work of that time, as well as be better prepared for future events that occur in my life and potentially avert the more traumatic ones.

And then I'll punch him again.

I take off my pants

You put on your robe and wizard hat

I eject him into space (the high school is in space)

I hear this blare over the tannoy system:

and I immediately beat him over the head with a chair as tradition commands.

For the Glory of Earth Realm!

I laugh and say: "Traps? Gay!"

And then proceed to spend that time drawing more so I'll be better from practice. Maybe talk shit to some people, probably act like a jovial asshole who's high on nihilism instead of the pessimistic loner I was, eat at some restaurants that permanently shut down because of COVID and spoil every movie yet to be released while fucking with people I haven't met yet by telling them private and personal stuff they told me in the present, now future.

After that I go to beat the shit out of the kid again because, let's be fair, I don't even hate him or hold a grudge, violence is just fun, and then proceed to dance down the hallways, making cringy attempts to flirt with every female classmate I come across because, hey, if I keep throwing everything at the dartboard, something's gotta stick sooner or later.

Also, sneak into the school journalism club and use the school newspaper to call Bob Dymball a faggot. It's not international television, but it will do for now.

Then I pull out my bluetooth speaker and blast this

BITCH!