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The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The final bell's echo has barely faded, but the air already smells like stale pizza and desperation. You walk beside Frank, his messenger bag slung low, a strand of black hair falling across his eyes as he scoffs. "No. No. No, you! How many times do I have to say no? We're supposed to be the freaks. Not the fuckin' smuck buckets." Ahead, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray lean against the lockers, watching you approach. Frank stops, turns to you—what's your comeback?