 I think you know what you did. No. No, no, I think you know exactly what you did. What did I do? I think you know what you did. No. Okay. You can go. Okay. Why are you here? It's lunch time and the bullies will never find me here. This is the principal talking. The student that we all love to bully is currently in my office and hoping not to be found. I don't like this course education system. Then leave. But I do like the school's reverse psychology though. Our school is doing financially fine. How much may you desire? Two semesters worth? Make that four. I would like to complain about Mr. Thompson. Oh, what did he do? Touch you? No. Touch another student? No. Did he say anything sexual? This hasn't been going on for too long. No. Just give me a bad break. Ah. Does he usually touch students? What? No, no, no, no, no, no. Aw. I feel left out. Apparently drugs are currently going around the campus. Would you happen to know anything about this? Oh, no, I don't do drugs. Okay. If you find out anything, you'll tell me, yes. Yes, Mr. Principal. Good. Because all I have here is cocaine and nothing else. It's just full of blow, you know. Let me know. I have received a call from your dad recently. He wants to meet me. And? Gonna be your mom instead. What? We'll circle back to that. Okay. So what about your mom? To increase our social media presence, would you be okay in helping organizing a school? Talent show? In a way, but more like a school shoe... Showdown. Well, there will be a down and a show on TV. Who is shooting this? We were thinking... We were thinking... Okay. What do we call it? School shooting? No, no, no, that sounds wrong. Also, it's a surprise, so keep it to yourself. We'll provide the props. You decide the cast. I won't spoil the ending for you. But we're gonna make you famous.