The Higgs-Boson told me not to.
My Xbox was broken and I had to spend all day fixing it!
The zombies kept me awake all night.
I was reading about goat spiders and I got so creeped out I couldn’t leave my house. Goat spiders, man!
I was abducted by aliens. They probed me.
I had explosive diarrhea.
Why’d I miss the exam? Well you see…QUICK LOOK A SQUIRREL!
Look, it’s hard to make it to these exams AND keep Gotham safe.
I was having a conjoined twin removed.
I was kidnapped by the CIA.
My psychic adviser advised against it. Psychically.
The confluence of the numbers on the test, when completed incorrectly, formed a mystic conundrum. I couldn’t risk the release of the Great Old Ones by the taking of this test.
But, there was a My Little Pony marathon!
Why bother? The world’s going to end in December 2012 anyway…
I am not the person you are looking for. I am a clone. I cannot be held responsible for the original’s actions.
I was having a deep philosophical discussion with Benjamin Franklin’s ghost.
Ninjas attacked me on the way to class.
It’s *really* hot outside.
My D&D group had a special session and I just couldn’t miss it! We were going to hit 10th level!
I was turned into a newt by a witch. Well, I got better!
Two words: Guild. Raid.