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King Gabriel
“Gabriel! Gabriel!” I screamed. “Who is Gabriel?” the police officer in front of me asked. I was in the police station’s interrogation room. My neighbors called the cops on me, saying that I “went crazy” and that there was “an insane lunatic running down the street in a t-rex onesie, screaming ‘Gabriel!’” The cops showed up, handcuffed me for “public disturbance,” and put me in the back of the cop car. “Answer the question, Spencer!” the officer yelled at me. “Gabriel! Gabriel! His name is Gabriel!” I yelled over and over again, screaming constantly. The officer thought I was going to tear my vocal cords from me screaming so much. “WHO IN THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF CRAYOLA IS GABRIEL?!?!” the…