My name is Carl S. Wheezer. I’m 11 years old. My house is in the suburban section of Retroville, next to Jimmy Neutron’s house, and I want to marry his mother. I go to school at retroville elementary in the 4th grade, and I get home every day by 4 PM at the latest. I don’t smoke, but I occasionally use an inhaler. I’m in bed by 10 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm llama milk and doing about twenty minutes of chatting with Jimmy or Sheen before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until the bus comes in. As a 4th grader, I wake up with tons fatigue or stress in the morning because of Jimmy’s newest inventions he tests on me. I was told there were some issues at my last check-up like nearsightedness and PTSD From failed experiments. I’m trying to explain that I’m a kid who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like Twonkies or Walking Jeans, because I can dispose of them with Goddard. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I would spray my inhaler into their eyes.