The craptacular life of a Hole puncher...

So I Fred McFab was doing my usual hole punchy thing in TOB when all of a sudden i realized something was wrong. I was the only hole puncher i knew of. I asked around and nobody seemed to think there was anything wrong. They said i was just growing up and that stapling came with age.

This was hard for me to comprehend. I could never see myself as a stapler. I just didn't ever want to be a stapler nor did i have the potential to become one. So I did something that was pretty crazy considering the circumstances...

I went to get help. All by myself.

So after about 3 months of being bumped around from person to person and having them all try and figure out if there was anything wrong with me at all and if hole punching was in fact a disorder and not a normal way of life, I came across a great stapler. This Stapler was one that knew of hole punchers and he told me that yes, there were other people in TOB like me.

After and hour and a half of talking to this great stapling man he told me that i had HP disorder. A disorder that about 1% of the people in TOB had and then he gave me drugs to fix it...

Now.. he said... I can become a stapler.

Good or Bad?... i didn't know.