The Tragic Tale of Two Trashbins
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The Tragic Tale of Two Trashbins, LMAO. but boy do i mean TRAGIC.
let me start this tragic tale with... an oil rig.
dont ask me why i have to start with an oil rig, just read on yea?
In 1977 (woah that's bloody history!), an oil rig successfuly managed to dig up a few million galleons of crude oil. the boss was extremely and absolutely exhilirated with the fruitful results of his first oil rig project.
He decided to give 100k galleons of crude oil to his brother, Harcharchar, as a token of gratitude for his endless support to him.
Harcharchar developed a humongous oil industry, manufacturing things from plastic bags to trashbins. On one particular day when the sky was remarkably blue and the clouds abnormally white, 2 trashbins were manufactured.
one was dark, or actually it's black, real black, so let's call him Blacky the other was grey, we'll call it Greybay.
So blacky and greybay, it was love at first sight. However, the evil and cruel Harcharchar sold both of them to NCHS, and ever since they were separated by a thick concrete wall. one was at the corridor outside 2i, the other was inside 2i. the only chance they can meet was when someone opens the door, but usually then, it'll only be a glimpse, a glimpse to determine whether the other was still alive and jumping.
HEY! CAN TRASHBINs JUMP?
fine, alive and jumping as in not literally...
two whole years, being separated by concrete walls and massive improper disposal of garbage, was not easy to overcome but still they did. the constant reminder of the day when they can really meet kept them going and moving on.
However, doom somehow tracks them , find them and then KILL them.
It was the last day to freedom, both bins were jubilant and promised to survive till then. however, it was exactly the last day when something so unfortunate, so TRAGIC happened.
the students of 2i and 2h carelessly and i-dont-care-i-need-to-get-rid-of-this-crap-ly threw all their unwanted. it highly resembles this

and in 10 minutes... *shakes head profusely*

as for greybay... she wasnt any much better either.

AND THEN, here comes the most tragic part. Blacky can stand no more! He stumbled and struggled to regain his balance but the immense weight of the garbage on it and beside it prevented it from happening...
"GreyBAY! I LOVE YOU!" Blacky shouted. He fell onto the ground with a eardrum-damaging bang. Its contents spilled out from it and onto the ground, blocking the corridor it's culprit needed to walk.

Greybay screamed and cried as long as she could but she knows, it doesnt matter how long her volume is, her cries can never be heard by the one she loves. Blacky was pronounced DEAD.
The cleaners were called in. The principal and level coordinator also came to handle the situation. Even the security guard came, for reason god knows.
The tragic end to two loving rubbish bins was sad and depressing.
R.I.P 2i Rubbishbins.
ROFLMAO.
What a lame story I have here. But for entertainment purposes, there is no harm right?
So the REALLY tragic tale of two trashbins shall end here, but the love between them shall not...
they'll wait for Harcharchar to manufacture another 2 bins where they'll be reincarnted into. till then, i hope for them everlasting love.
*snowman ski down slope*