Where's my photo?
What photo?
I think you know what photo, and you stole it.
I resent that baseless accusation.
Give me my goddamn picture.
Hey, what's your problem, Tully? You homesick? Huh? Gonna cry? Little boy misses his mommy?
**** you, Kountze. Why are you even here, anyway? Where's your family?
We're renovating our house, all right? It's all torn up. They're storing the tools and stuff in my room.
That's what they told you? It's winter, idiot. Nobody renovates their house in the winter. Your parents don't want you around because you're a **** insecure sociopath.
A what?
I mean, who'd want you for a son? That's why you grind everybody, because deep down you know you're an asshole. Plus, academically, you're a disaster. I mean, if I were your parents, I'd never want you home again. The only tool in your room is you.
