"I'm Dunt Chrysler, CEO of Protein Monster!" exclaimed Varun. Varun was dressed in a suit and tie and wore a name tag that read "Dunt Chrysler." It was Halloween, and he was going as Dunt Chrysler, CEO of Protein Monster. His classmates seemed to be enjoying his performance. Walking around shaking people's hands and introducing himself as Dunt Chrysler. Until Jimmy McNuffing showed up. "You can't be Dunt Chrysler, Varun!" yelled Jimmy. "Why not?" asked Varun. "Because you're fucking *Indian*, you retarded faggot!" he answered back. Jimmy's friends started to chime in. "Fucking Indian ass bitch! Fuck you!" "You fucking Indian retard!" Varun turned his back on them and sulked in the corner. He could overhear Jimmy flirting with all the girls, who seemed to like him. "Hey Monica, check out my biceps! I'm Superman." Monica giggled. Varun stared out the window, feeling more isolated than he ever had in his 9 years of life. It was then he began to become resigned to the idea that he simply would not enjoy his life. That some people were lucky enough to live happy lives and others weren't, and that he, for whatever reason, had been sorted by some invisible hand into the latter bucket. That he was destined to misery.