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Gavin: It's a class system here at CB High, Stevie Boy. Check it out. [points to the car enthusiast students] There, you've got your motor heads, car jocks, all the world's a gasket and a lube job and a pack of Lucky's. Music of choice: Posi-traction overdrive, classic rock, Skynyrd, The Allmans, Bruce. Drug of choice: Beer, Miller Genuine Draft. Keggers can't be choosers.
UV: Freaks that fix leaks.
Gavin: [points to the nerdy students] Over here you have your microgeeks... nerds, whiz kids and various other bottom feeders. Music of choice: The sound of an Apple PC booting up. Drug of choice: Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time"... and a cup of jasmine tea on a Saturday night.
UV: Freaks that go squeak.
Gavin: [points to the hippie students] Over there you have your skaters. Riffin', raging kids and their ramp tramps. Baggy pants, Dickie wools, doing 50-50 grinds... with a gnarly grab finish on a homemade half-pipe in the woods. Music of choice: The whack of a hackysack. Drug of choice: Ecstasy, E-tab, baby; longer lovin' through science.
UV: Freaks in sneaks.
Gavin: Here's where it gets really... nasty. [points to the Blue Ribbons] Lorna runs with that group over there, the Blue Ribbons.
Steve: What's that?
Gavin: Community group. Good kids. Have car washes and bake sales and kiss a lot of adult sphincter.
U.V.: Blue Robots.
Gavin: Hear, hear. Those three guys are Cradle Bay's answer to Manson, McVeigh and O.J.: Trent Whalen, Andy Effkin, Robby Stewart.
UV: Hey, I bet you didn't know that toast came in three flavors.
Gavin: Music of choice: the hum of perfection, the buzz of ambition. Drug of choice: life, the pursuit of clean living at the expense of all who sniffle at the hem of their gowns.
UV: Freaks so chic.
Gavin: The you've got kids like me and UV here, those who like their metal heavy, their Marlboro's light. Music of choice...
Gavin and UV: "Harvester of sorrow, language of the mad."
Gavin: Drug of choice: what have you got?
UV: Freaks all week!
[Bell rings]
Gavin: That's it. Lesson over. Class dismembered. Welcome to Cradle Bay High, Stevie Boy. Welcome to my nightmare.

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