Thanks, Quinn. I don’t know…if we put you too close to Grace Kelly, everyone will start talking to you instead of her. You look way too similar. Marilyn Monroe would be cool, though. And we could hang out with Dolly Parton!
Awesome. Try and make my murderer brother cry.
Aww, you’re so sweet, Sam, thank you. Wouldn’t she be? I’d be so starstruck even in the afterlife. Oh! Yes! Definitely gonna hang out with Dolly.
It is my only real goal. Make your murderer brother cry.
I think serial killers would taste pretty funny too, but not in the jokey way.
Hmm, yes, you do pose a good point right there.
You made a wise choice, Fabray. Welcome to the gang.
I pride myself in the majority of my life choices. Thank you for the warm welcome, S.
I’m hilarious, I know. and I plan on it, thanks for the lovely advice.
No, you’re a dumbass. You’re not welcome.
Thanks. I’d reserve you an awesome spot in Heaven, right next to the dead celebrities and awesome people.
Haha! The boy who could drink a dozen Monsters and survive..until his brother suffocated him with a drool-covered pillow.
Aww, you’re sweet. I wouldn’t mind being close to Grace Kelly or Marilyn Monroe.
Yes, exactly that. I will say exactly that as your stunning eulogy and everyone will be moved to tears.
Yes please. Maybe you could give an awesome eulo…thingy…and tell everyone how amazing I was.
Eulogy. And sure, I can do that for you. It would be my pleasure. The boy who could drink…a dozen cans on Monster and survive for the most part.
My apologies, Fabray, allow me to explain. I’m taking over this school. Well, personally I’d say I already have it, but a certain Thalia Pierce disagrees. So I’m building my very own entourage. And I think a girl as pretty and popular as you could be valuable to that master plan.
What d’you say, Q?
Interesting plan. Oh? That’s unfortunate. Probably a good thing I haven’ met her yet, then. Thank you again and taking count of your exquisite words, I suppose I have no choice other than to join in.
I say yes then.
It was good, Q. Anytime, twin. I’m pretty sure she still hates me for the time I ripped her prom dress and she had to wear her back up one. God, she was a priss. Yay! Have I ever mentioned that I love you, sis?
I must disagree. Don’t worry, both of the ones she picked were ugly and from what I heard, three other girls had picked the same ones. She’s the perfect child for Mom and Father. Not recently, so a reminder is always helpful. Love you too, Char.
Why are you talking to me if you don’t like me, anyway? I don’t need you.
Because you’re making me snort. Why don’t you just go find entertainment outside of school grounds if you hate it so much?