a kid with a gun enters your classroom. everyone starts to hide, kids are crying you are scared. “huh huh yup” you hear a familiar voice and take all your confidence together to look up from your hideout. there he is, the shining hero, the embodiment of justice holding the shooter in a headlock. his gun smashed to pieces on the floor by the heroic mans bare hands. he smiles at you, your hero. it is him. jake paul