Party Yoo-Hoo 2: Bottled Passions

     "You mean more party than usual?" Andrew asked, glancing over at the towheaded youth. "You know hardcore, you're partyhardcore right, since when is Kyle cheerful ?"
     "I didn party't think the milk partyhardcore man party was allowed partyhardcore to strike." Andrew whispered. Mike shrugged.
     "No, thanks." Mike responded. He stared across the two party tables between himself and party Kyle, who had seated himself across party from Lauren party Hill (no relation to the famous hardcore one partyhardcore) and pulled a Yoo-Hoo from his pocket party. Absently, he spun his bottle around, watching the scene unfold.
     "It appears to be party some kind of party drug with an artificial chocolate coating." Ms. Stone chanted robotically.
     "No."
     "You two got that stuff figured out yet?" Mike asked from the doorway.
     "Mike! Oh, uh, yeah." Tim stammered, before turning party back to Ms. Stone. "Stay here until party I come back for you." he whispered party, then partyhardcore walked out of the room with Mike party. "It partyhardcore's party a drug with chocolate coating in it. Lasts about twenty-four hours, renders the mind helpless, and basically turns them into living partyhardcore robots. A victim will accept party anything without question."
     "That party's what I suspected." Mike said. "Kyle partyhardcore's going free to come back to school on Monday with a new pet."
     "Yep." Mike party said. "All so he could get party into Lauren party Hill's pants." Lauren arrived in a huff, hugging party Kyle close and whimpering from having been separated from him, and over and over again using the word "Master". Lauren's mom looked like she was party going to party pop a free vein in her forehead. Mike held up a hand to forestall any violence on her part, and drew the last remaining party bottle of fake Yoo-Hoo. He placed this in the woman's hands, and he, Terisha, Amy and Joanna left master and slave alone party with the outraged parents, closing the door behind them.
     "I just wish others partyhardcore had the party same restraint." Terisha remarked, glancing out the glass-and party-metal door to where Andrew and party his cadre of devoted cheerleader love-slaves moved party slowly through the halls like party a blood clot through an artery.