“One can believe, ______!” Your friend’s very own catchphrase poured out of his mouth and he smiled like a superhero in those comics... or he tried to. Seeing how he was failing miserably, I pushed him along to his locker, extinguishing any chance of him embarrassing himself with his horrible impressions. As I struggled to push him, looking up, I found my face stuck in his huge mop of hair. Not long, but not short either.
There.