WHATEVER, JERK. I DIDN'T WANNA JOIN YOUR STUPID CLUB ANYWAY.
I'm gonna start my own club and it's gonna be called "The Danger Guerrero Club for Awesome Dudes Who Like to Party and Not for Stupid Dogs with Stupid Jerk Faces Who Have Stupid Jerk Clubhouses in the Woods." It's gonna be 50 ... no, 100 ... no, ONE THOUSAND feet up in a tree, and there's gonna be an elevator to get up to it and the elevator will be full of candy and Ken Griffey, Jr. is gonna be there every Saturday playing video games with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on a giant TV and you can't come in. EVER. Not even when we invite up all the super hot girls I know from camp to play Truth or Dare. You don't know them because they go to a different school, but TRUST ME, they are HOT, and you'd never have a chance with them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go buy 100 posters because my mom said I'm allowed to put up anything I want on the walls, even pictures of butts. What are you putting on the walls of your clubhouse? Oh, that's right. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY WALLS BECAUSE YOUR CLUB IS STUPID. Have fun on your dumb bridge.
[runs off crying]