Randell's World

If you were to forcefully kick the door to handicap stall in the school bathroom open, breaking the slide-lock in the process, you'd find Randell Windell on his pristine white laptop, using the toilet as a chair. He comes here to the bathroom during the mid 5-10 minutes of his government class everyday to just unwind and peruse the internet uninterrupted, usually listening to music and singing along on a good day. It is hot in the bathroom, as there is no AC, so Randell eventually found it best to apply a paisley bandana whose tiny designs seemed almost fractal to his broad forehead thus keeping the sweat out of his eyes and from dripping onto his keyboard. At the sound of another student or potential teacher entering the bathroom, Randell bundles his legs to his chest in a sort of fetal position, except with one arm wrapped around his legs and the other drawn back, fist cocked and ready to deliver a powerful sock to the dome Randell is all too willing to fire. This is what you would find if you were to smash the door to handicap stall in, but I don't know why you would do that.