I should illustrate this with a similar incident.
My old high school had a tradition of sorts of tieing the `goose`, an unfortunate member of a lower year level that rotated daily whose job it was to bring round the role to a pole in one of the rooms with industrial strength glad wrap one the last day of their last term. One year they left the guy for a couple of hours and he had a chest problem, he came close to dieing, yea, great fucking joke that was.
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