Thread:Aartistboy714/@comment-30953185-20171123003339/@comment-31541999-20171207033514

Clyde: (to Wretched; devastated and concerned) Linc...uh, oh, I mean, Wretched, it's great that you're finally standing up for yourself, but don't you think you're overdoing it?

Wretched: (raises an eyebrow; sarcastically) Gee, I don't know, Four-Eyes. Are you ever going to get together with that unthoughtful, texting blonde?

Clyde: (to Wretched; offended) Hey, that's way different, dude!

Wretched: (unfazed) Keep telling yourself that.

Clyde: (to Wretched; regains composure) Look, dude, all I'm saying is that you're being a complete j-

SPLAT!

(Wretched slams some spaghetti into Clyde's face, knocking him down.)

Wretched: (to Clyde; smirking) Would you like some parmesan cheese to go with that?

(Clyde wipes of the spaghetti from his face, and looks at Wretched with horror. Feeling very upset that his best friend might truly be gone.)

Rusty: (to Wretched; very concerned) Lincoln, why did you-

SPLAT!

(He slams nachos with cheese into Rusty's face.)

Wretched: (smirking) Because I can.

Liam: (to Wretched; very concerned) Dude, you're starting to-

SPLAT!

(He slams a a taco with sauce into Liam's face.)

Wretched: (smirking) Scare you? Yeah, I know. I have that effect on people.

Zach: (to Wretched; very scared) Are you going to throw any food at me too?

Wretched: (shaking his head; calmly) Nope.

Zach: (sighs in relief) Oh, what a relief.

(He quickly shoves all of the trays full of lunch into Zach's mouth, knocking him down.)

Wretched: (smirking) It's worse.