Jimmy Hopkins was King of the School. And he could do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever the hell he wanted.

If he wanted to throw a party on the roof of the Autoshop, then he damn well could - providing he wouldn't get caught by some tattle tailing kids.

If he wanted to make out with somebody in the old abandoned school bus, he damn well could - providing he didn't get caught by Zoe.

Heck, if he wanted to shoot old grannies with a sling shot from the top of the building, he damn well could, too - he wouldn't even get caught because for some inexplicable reason, every authority figure never looked for troublemakers on top of buildings.

Life was good.

So why the hell was he wasting away the perfectly nice day by sneaking into the Happy Volts Asylum in his orderly uniform, just to see if Gary freaking Smith was 'being treated okay'?

Damn you, Petey.