Explanation

He had the table on it's side in the middle of the hallway. Like a barricade for bullets, he sat and ate his sandwich to avoid attention. Anything from the side would be stopped by beautiful glossed pine, chipped into pieces and scattered lines. About an hour ago, one man stood up and got his head shot off. Why? We're in a fucking million plus priced school, I thought you went here to learn, I thought there were rules. Chicken. Everything tastes like chicken, but chicken doesn't have much taste. Some people just don't have taste. Like the kid with the gun. They say he doesn't have taste. Maybe someone should sit down and see what he's eating instead of shoving their damn tasteless chicken in his face all his life. Now see what you've done.

Well I can't talk much now, here he comes.

There's an elephant in the room.
There's an elephant in this room.