"Can I copy off the Asian kid beside me?"

Her shirt is actually made of beef jerky.

Once she reaches the top she has to defeat Miley Cyrus in a fist fight.

Just like in that dream her creepy classmate always has.

"Browser? I hardly even know her--and even if I did, who would be interested in a person who made that joke?"

She hasn't been seen since.

They're slowly killing him by sucking all the joy away.