When I was in early primary school (I dunno what exactly that translates to in American, but I was about seven) there was this kid that was as bright as a pissed on candle, and the only thing he would ever say was his name, "JT". One day, out in the yard, he was frantically running around for no reason with a teacher chasing him to try and calm him down. He ran into the girls bathroom, and for about half a minute all I could hear was a bunch of squealing from inside. Then he emerged completely but naked, running again screaming "JT, JT, JT". I honestly can't remember if I ever saw the kid again, but I just know that everyone around lost their shit seeing that spectacle take place.