The Great Puke-Off

Cockroach-filled burritos.

That's how the rotten Chapman twins started the gross-out war. My friends and I spewed steaming barf all over the cafeteria. And I, innocent Mark Fine, got blamed.

Balloons filled with diaper gravy.

That was our secret weapon for revenge. A brilliant comeback! Splat! And our proudest moment.

Only now the Chapmans promise to make the turd attack seem like a trip to the candy store. Can the gross-out war get any grosser?