According to my parents, when I was turning five years old I got a Batman cake for my birthday. When I woke up the day of my birthday I spotted it sitting on the countertop. I asked my mom if I could have a peice of it before my party. She obviously responded no, which in turn tortured me greatly. After I had asked again recieving the same answer, I "stormed" into my room and broke my window. My parents immeadiatly heard the noise and found out what happened. After they saw what had happened they spanked me and gave me a time-out in my room.
Spiderman all the way!
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