we only have eight seats we will kick you out if you are not an origonal and there arent enough seats. we control the pop machine that has an obscene amount of dr. pepper and a mix of coke and villina coke as one selection. we will push the button for you we will take your extra mellow yellow. we will taunt you and make you feel awkard when using the machine. we will ask "where is everyone?" when one person is missing. we will buy each other cookies we will share each others cookies we will go up to the lunch counter at the last minute in hopes of getting the last of the fries for free...daily. we will ask where you were if you were not there on time we will crack jokes about our lessers we will crack jokes about our equals we will crack jokes about our greaters, though few. we will fling pop tabs at you and the attendants and everyone we will be sly about it we are entirely smooth we admit to the truth we are the best at what we do. these are the words you wish you wrote down. this is the way you wish your voice sounds. we will have inside jokes between us and between parts of us. but everyone will laugh everyday we will clap and sing and shout we will rock you we move the table to an unreasonable spot for our comfort we will clean up our spills with brown lunch bags we do know that doing so doesnt absorb anything and that it only moves the spill around. we will be doing our homework that was due the previous hour. we will go home and write an entire journal entry about it. we are the table. we eat at crazy eights.