There once was a creature named Trevor, who lived under a school.

Trevor has too many beans and no friends. This makes him sad deep down inside. You can't tell because he has an ugly face.

Trevor has an idea. He can use his beans to get friends. Then both of his problems will be solved!

Trevor climbs between the walls to get from the sewer to the ceiling. What a poorly built school, I must say.

Trevor's usual way into the school goes through the ceiling of room three-o-nine.

After hopping down, Trevor spies a broom. He arrives at the conclusion that he could become friends with it. He throws a bean at the broom with the force of a thousand coat hangers while yelling, "BROOMIE! BE MY FREN!"

The broom, being an inanimate object, does not respond. Because it's a broom. Why do you do this Trevor.

Trevor then sees another cleaning instrument: a mop! He, again, tries to befriend it. Trevor yells, "MOPPIE! BE MY FREEN!" and throws the bean with the force of a thousand coat hangers.

As you should expect, the mop doesn't respond. I bet that the janitor regrets leaving his stuff in this room.

Trevor wonders if his strength is causing him problems with making friends. After all, the mop and broom didn't seem to want to be his friend after getting a bean. Trevor has some great logic.

Trevor peeks his head into the hallway, trying to find something else to befriend.

Trevor finds what is likely a floor sweeper, but since he doesn't know this, and thinks it's alive, he calls it Zambon.

Trevor throws this next bean with the force of one thousand one coat hangers, and yells, "ZAMBON! BE MY FREN!" But before the floor sweeper has a chance to not respond, Trevor's lack of gross motor skills result in him hitting his head. That took 'skill'.

Trevor probably has a concussion now. He was never taught to throw anything properly. He begins to hallucinate.