Your name is SOLLUX CAPTOR.
You are currently LATE FOR SCHOOL and cannot find your BULLSHIT GLASSES. So far, HIGHSCHOOL has been a TOTAL AND COMPLETE BITCH to you, and today you are cruelly reminded of the ASSHOLE RUMPUS you did not sign up for.
Your TOUCHSTUFFS find your BULLSHIT GLASSES, and you quickly equip them and rush out the door, your REDICULOUSLY TALL AND LANKY FIGURE coming to a stop as you realize you have missed the ASSHOLE RUMPUS BUS.
What will you do now?
Sollux ⇒ Have a complete breakdown and cry about your crashing grades.
What? Fuck no! That would be fucking stupid. And your ASSHOLE RUMPUS GRADES are fine.
Sollux ⇒ Look to the readers for direction.
Alright.
You look to the readers, signaling for them to put their HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS in the REVIEWS.