SOrt of interesting...
Some day, you're going to be sitting in class, and somebody is going to do that to you. You'll be like, "Man this sucks... I feel like shooting people up... Maybe I'll get some petroleum and, like, burn stuff... Won't that make for a deliciously fun afternoon?"
Then you hear some loud pops, and there will of course be screaming. You'll get up from your desk and go join the other students gathering at the door, and BANG! You'll get shot right in the balls... You'll fall to your knees... Holding your bleeding balls... Some trenchcoat-wearing pimply-faced kid is gonna walk up to you, and he'll look down at you, crying and holding your bleeding testicles, and you'll think... "Wait, I'm supposed to be the guy that goes around killin' folks... Because I'm the disturbed one... I'm the only one who makes violent school shooting cartoons in a desparate cry for help... Man... The balls, they sure do hurt..."
Then, BANG! The pimply-faced kid shoot you in the balls again... Then he walks away, shooting other people... And at this point, you're hemoraging profusely from the testicular area, thinking about how if you survive this, you may never walk right again.