It's supposed to be a roll. The guy in the yellowish shirt is supposed to be throwing it. I don't know if I did such a great job conveying the throwing motion with his arm; I couldn't find an entirely suitable reference photo so I just did the best I could.



I was inspired by a real life incident from fifth grade when a kid at the next table threw a roll at me. When I tossed it back, I was spotted by the vice principal and she forced me to stay inside during recess. She hadn't seen the kid who'd originally thrown the roll so he didn't get in any kind of trouble. I actually cried to her about how I was always getting picked on, but she was unmoved by my tears. Sorry, I'm getting a little upset just thinking about it. The one time I ever did anything the slightest bit retaliatory against the frequent bullying and harassment I received and I'm the one who gets punished. It would be difficult to think of a moment from my childhood that provides a clearer picture of the inherent unfairness and general crappiness of life.