The numbers 6, 7, and 8 walk into a bar.
Everyone was having a good time sipping their drinks until they were rudely interrupted, "Hey! Why was 6 afraid of 7?"
"Just ignore them." Said 7, she always hated those stupid jokes about her.
"Because 7 ate 9!" A burst a laughter shoots out from one of the booths. 6 peered over to get a glimpse at their oppressors. He sees 1, 3, 7, 11, and 13…
8 years earlier
"Ok class welcome to science 101. To start I will take your attendance." Sitting at the front, 6 was eager to learn. He always loved science and found a special spot in his Heart for it. Plus living at a new school will be great and he cannot wait to make new friends. "Ok umm is 6 here?"… "He-" oh no.
6 looks down after everyone in the class was laughing and pointing at him. What happened? he thought, What did I do wrong?
He looked down to see his underpants showing free to the whole class. His eyes started to water. How did this happen? Then he turned around. The menacing laugh of 1, 3, 5, 7, 11, and 13 laughing and laughing. He hated them ever since that day.
Today was his time for his revenge.
After the bar that night he decided it was time to put an end to those filthy good for nothing numbers, he never will forget their numbers. " 1, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13" he whispered to himself. He found them again late at night walking.
Dressed up shadowy he found his way in front of them. "Get out of the way you punk."
6 lifted up his fire arm and aimed it at 1s head. Shaking with fear. "Hey- hey we we don't want no trouble. We have money"
6 didn't want money. He didn't want them to run in cowardice. He wanted one thing and one thing only. Revenge.
He pulled the trigger and nothing… Nothing happened. It was jammed. His pistol just wasn't quite primed.