Hey Mr. loser. Ha ha Ha, I know that's not really your name but I don't think I respect you enough to call you by your real name. From now on I'm just gonna call you Mr. loser. Yeah that means even in class. And you're not gonna do anything about it. Why? Because I am the ultimate brat and you are nothing but a lowly pathetic loser. You always have been and you always will be. I can see it on your face I can see it in your demeanor it's all around you. Everything about you screams I am a pathetic wimpy bitch and I owe thrashie everything. Ha ha Ha, yes your demeanor does tell me that you owe me everything. Do you wanna know why? Because losers owe me everything. For example, today after school you're going to meet me behind the bleachers and you're going to give me what's left of your last paycheck. Yes you are. I don't even have to threaten you or anything, You're just so weak and helpless and pathetic that you're going to bring it to me because I fucking told you so. You're so fucking pathetic that you were going to give up your whole paycheck to a cheerleading brat. That's how truly helpless and submissive and totally week you are. You are nothing but a weak weak little wimp. Wimpy little bitch. Beg me not to tell the whole school about how excited you are to give me everything you have. Really get on your knees and beg. I wanna see you cry.