"EDRONES could be here," he thought, "I've never been in this high school gym before. There could be EDRONES anywhere." The odor of neckbeard BO and stale urine wafted into his child-sniffing nose. "I HATE EDRONES," he thought. Madonna's "Like a Virgin" reverberated the ring, making it pulsate even as the soimilk circulated through his steroid enhanced veins and washed away his (merited) fear of normal people who would notice his dubious actions around children. "With a wrestling school, you can groom anyone you want," he said to himself, out loud.
