Maybe if X is.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Caitlyn Ogden was a lot of things, but she wasn't particularly explosive in any sense of the word.

She was a sundress of a person.

Cute, airy and offensive.

Mm.

She was quickly becoming the Dalton Twins number one marijuana customer, Covington High.

But that's hardly a reason to pop like a zit spraying all over us.

I wasn't close with Caitlin.

She was just, you know, a classmate.

Someone I sat behind her, passed in the halls every day from kindergarten to senior year.

We ran in different circles, but lots of people liked her guys, especially.

I was gonna ask you to problem.

She was so hot.

I even narrowed down motel room options to two choices.

She was so open minded.

Jed Hayes was particularly crushed.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Caitlin exploded.

What?

Good, Bob.

No, Like a balloon.

What?

Oh, my God.

Your shoes.

Everyone quickly realized Caitlin Ogden was not a suicide bomber.

Seeing is the only thing that blew up was Caitlin Ogden.

Her desk remained unscathed by the Ogden blast.

Mhm.

The only damage her clothes took was cosmetic.

This isn't right.

She was just a kid.

It wasn't right.

She was just a kid.

Fucking disgusting.

And it was very fucking disgusting.

After the unprecedented event, all of our third period class got taken to the police station, which was very exciting.

We gotta ask a lot of important questions.

Like Caitlyn.

Ever see anything suspicious about wanting to blow up all the time?

Mhm.

I was kidding.

Mhm.