Because he always came in a lil behind.
He went to the second-hand shop.
He didn't give a hoot !
A: SPLAT!!! He didn't.
What " "You aren't coming to my house"
Nothing, Michael liked boys.
Tosses them off.
Blow up the finish line. (I figured 2 years was long enough)
He was running on fumes.
He did too much coding.