Allison could never quite make up her mind about parks. On the one hand, they meant an opportunity to run on grass, gravel, mulch, or something else that was not asphalt or cement, and so was far less likely to injure her.

On the other hand, she was currently being stared at by what at least felt like half the city as she ran past, attempting to keep them from staring by refraining from staring herself. Also called staring at the ground, and thirdly called not likely to work. Which was not entirely the fault of the staring, as she’d spent what felt like three hours adding varying shades of red, orange and yellow ink to her skin, in a pattern that didn’t quite resemble fire as much as she would have liked it to. The running tank top and shorts were not doing anything to hide the ink at all. I cannot imagine what I was thinking when I decided I wanted to be noticed today. More than I normally am. She glanced around out of the corner of her eye, keeping her head down, then tossed her head up so her hair went flying. Whatever. Too late not to be.

The sight of a fountain with a wide, two-foot-high wall around it, made her grin. Oh, I should stop listening to random thoughts. As if. A few more steps brought her to the wall and she jumped up on it, paused for a second to make sure she was balanced, then stood and turned to look over the people nearby. They were not, in fact, all watching her, though anyone who had been before certainly was keeping their eyes on her after her jump.

Allison grinned, took as large a breath as she could without getting dizzy, pointed East and shouted. “There’s a Dairy Queen six blocks that way! I’ll buy ice cream for anyone who beats me there! Just don’t do something stupid and get yourself killed!”

She pushed off the wall without waiting to see if anyone reacted, and started running in the direction of the ice cream store, much faster than she had been going, if not quite at a sprint yet. That would be reserved for the last block, if anyone was close to her.

It was a good day; the weather was nice, not too warm, and not chilly. In other words it was a very average day, with soothing temperatures. It was just enough sun for people to get out and not being overly grumpy. Alexander had found himself sitting in a park, playing games on his mobile in the shadow of a fountain. He had been out jogging, but why he had been going there he hadn’t a faintest clue, a change of scenery perhaps. Usually he spent his time with jogging and running very close by to the mansion, sometimes just running in circles out in the mansion gardens.

He had made the decision to stop by the fountain after what felt like ages, though in reality it probably wasn’t for too long. After staying at the mansion where there were a lot of fit people, he had decided he needed some fitness regimes of his own. In the meanwhile however, playing chess against a computer on his phone seemed more interested, even though he had no clue on how to actually play chess. That meant using the ‘help/cheat’ button for nearly every move he was to make. At least it made him win every time. A win was a win no matter if he had a teensy bit of help or not.
Just as he had begun a seventh match of chess a girl had jumped up on the fountain wall. He looked up, wondering what had possessed her to do that. He also noticed that she had smeared some paint on her skin, though looking more carefully; it did seem to resemble ink, more than paint.

>>“There’s a Dairy Queen six blocks that way! I’ll buy ice cream for anyone who beats me there! Just don’t do something stupid and get yourself killed!”

The girl had suddenly shouted out, and just as quickly has she had gotten there, she jumped off the wall before anyone could even comprehend what on earth she had been saying. Had she said free ice cream, and a race? Well, he was in a getup so why not. With his mobile firmly grasped in his hand, he rose to his feet. The girl had the lead start, which was in reality a really unfair move to just race off before people had a chance to react to anything whatsoever. Alexander was competitive, and if he could have anything for free he could totally get on it. He could stand outside in a queue for days for a pair of nice free shoes.

Luckily for him, he took that little break back by the fountain. It meant he had more energy than if he had just stopped jogging when the girl had shouted anything. In the beginning he sprinted ahead, though he knew he had to save his energy for the last part. Finally he could see the back of the girl, she was moving much more slowly than he had first expected. He still found the unfairness of it all rather unpleasing. A little cheating in turn could always pay off for him. A little wind in the right direction could perhaps help his situation. If a little sudden gale force wind hit her in the face, it could certainly slow her down by a few seconds. However, the excitement of it all made him not do it. If he was to win, he was to win based on his running abilities, or lack of them.

There were certain advantages to running in the city. Shin splints, Allison had long since determined, were on the list of disadvantages, and a very common point for her country-running friends to gloat about. The environment, on the other hand, was something she could work with.

Allison jumped over a fallen trash can a block before the ice cream store, grinning at the adrenaline. So much more fun than just running with nothing to do but take steps. She considered turning to check behind her for anyone who might be close, but she had enough energy to sprint anyway, so.... Allison jumped over a crack in the sidewalk and took off, sprinting as fast as she could, dodging around the occasional person who either moved out of her way, swore at her, or ignored her entirely. She was pretty sure she even heard one person cheering for her, or maybe someone chasing her. Whatever.

Reaching the Dairy Queen required dodging around a family who were just leaving the doors, and who definitely did swear at her as they moved away. She laughed anyway, leaning against the wall and turned to look for anyone behind her. She found one boy--aw, no one else wanted ice cream?--who was running close behind her, and grinned, raising her hand to point at him. Ha, I see you! You don't get to pretend you didn't try to beat me.

While running on the streets there were certain things one had to keep an eye out for. Pedestrians, animals and the occasional homeless person dragging a shopping cart of all their belongings. Most however moved to the side in annoyance one he ran toward them. Some turning their head watching him run, often with a less than pleased expression on their face. As he was continuing down the path, that he really didn’t know, he questioned his intentions on what he was doing. It seemed rather pointless to be running for an ice cream when he was out there exercising, not eating fattening ice cream. What was the purpose of getting fitter if he was to spoil himself to treats every single day?

He had already at this point realized that there was no way that he was going getting to Dairy Queen before the girl. The cheating paint smudged girl that was. Had it been for some cause? She obviously wanted attention; why else would she shout out for a race, and be smeared in god knows what. Once he was almost there he saw her, standing there will a silly grin pointing at him. What he would give to be able to read her mind, only to know what she was thinking. Still running, he didn’t stop. He didn’t want to show a sign of weakness that he would stop up just because she allegedly won the race.

“You do know you had an unfair advantage right” He said coldly as he approached the girl standing outside Dairy Queen. If he had wanted to, he’d give her a real verbal slap in the face. Instead he chose to keep his posture. “You had a strong head start before people even had the chance to grasp what you were saying, it’s no wonder it was only I who came after you.” He didn’t smile, just looked straight at her, though no eye contact. Stare at her forehead that was his usual approach. “If you had been a fair competitor, you would have waited for people to get ready, but I guess that would have cramped your style, and your chance of winning.”

Allison grinned more as the boy reached her and immediately started complaining, and then began laughing as he continued. The expression was just so amusing. She paid more attention to the boy’s tone than his words as he complained, and waited until she’d gotten the laughter back down to a grin. He was annoyingly tall, forcing her to look up at him, but it wasn’t enough to suppress any of her amusement. “All’s fair in love and war, kid, it’s not my fault you have a slow reaction time. There were plenty of people in between the fountain and here, any of them could’ve taken off and had a head start on me. Besides,” she turned to go into the store, tossing her head so her hair flicked at him like a dismissive, if fluffy, cat’s tail, “don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t have taken a head start if you had it. You aren’t complaining about me running miles right before I raced, now, are you? You had more energy than me and you still lost.”

This girl wasn’t exactly something he would consider friend material, not at this point. She seemed to be quite a bad winner, and a bit selfish. A good winner wouldn’t exactly only brag about their win, they could of course be happy for themselves, and then give other competitors a pat on the back telling them how good their efforts were. For her it was probably a foreign subject to think about anything like that.

“This is neither love nor war señora, it is simply a competition.” Alexander said looking down upon the girl, while thinking she needed a new conditioner, as well as a dye job. She suddenly walked into the shop. She was a special case indeed. Following her in, for a reason he couldn’t fathom to understand, she talked about how she had been running before the race and that he had more energy. “Unlike you, some people aren’t always the cheating kind, perhaps you should think of that next time.” He began, it was not a nice day anymore, and the strange painted girl was good for something, making other people’s days turn into crap.

>>“You had more energy than me and you still lost.”

She was annoying, but he had experienced worse and brattier kinds than her, if she thought she was someone then she was clearly mistaken. He raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “I don’t know what drugs you are on lady, but you should probably pull your ego back down to planet earth.” Alexander stated as he rolled his eyes slightly.

“Yes it is. Love and war together are life, life is everything, so all’s fair.” Allison was fully aware that her argument was less than sound, but didn’t really care. There weren’t any cliches that directly claimed that all’s fair all the time, so this was close enough. “Cheating’s a pointless accusation. It’s just having an advantage that someone else doesn’t. There’s always going to be some kind of advantage that isn’t even, if there wasn’t no one would ever win anything. Differentiating between innate and arranged advantages is pointless; if you keep following that thinking you only end up at the conclusion that practice and training is cheating too. I’ve yet to see the Olympics kick anyone out for training too much.”

Allison paused at the ego accusation, then turned to grin at him, a bit more deliberately than she had been. Assuming much. If you had half a clue where my ego is.... “You were at a disadvantage because I had a head start, I was at a disadvantage because I was tired. You wanted fair, didn’t you? My ego can return to Earth when you quit taking a race, for ice cream, so seriously. I have to have some defense against pissy boys criticizing me because they can’t take losing.”

Allison paused, turning fully to look at the boy again. Oh, random ideas. You are a horrid influence. Horrible influences or not, she darted over and latched onto the boy’s arm, leaning into his side and grinning up at him, channeling as much memory of her more... sociable--boy-obsessed--and girly--artificial for the sake of attention--classmates as she could while still so tempted to laugh hysterically. Which wasn't a lot, really. "So. You going to buy me ice cream or not?"

How annoying could one girl get during the course of five minutes? She certainly wasn’t backing down at the least. She and he really had different views on things, perhaps even more. Was he interested in hearing about that? Probably not at the least. Why was she even making accusation on what he was thinking? He had his own opinions, the last thing he needed was her making them for him. Though he wanted to say something snappy back at her, he instead decided not to say anything, better to not put fuel on the fire.

Raising his eyebrow again he looked at her again, focusing on her hair making a mental note to get her to do something about it. She was grinning at him, and it freaked him out, almost as if she had pointed monster teeth. Who was she to think he was taking it serious? He could easily just walk out that door and continue to do whatever he was doing before she came along. Before she had even finished talking he was already deciding that it was best to just leave, and hopefully never to see her again. That was before she called him a pissy boy.

“Pissy? Girl you’re trippin', I’m a sore loser? I’d rather call you a horrible winner, I bet you would never excel at anything called teamwork, it wouldn’t surprise me if you were some selfish ***** that only care about her own self worth.” He paused for a moment. Looking at her skin markings, it was very clear that it was not paint. “It shows, your skin splatters is a sign that you take yourself too seriously too care about what you look like, and trust me, that..” He said nodding his head in direction of some colouring on her skin. “That is just tacky.”He knew he probably shouldn’t have put it that way, but when people annoy him he couldn’t help it but blurting out things about other people, no matter if it was nice or not.

>>"So. You going to buy me ice cream or not?"

That came out of nowhere, was she really thinking that he would buy her anything? Yet alone ice cream, most of all he just wanted to laugh at her face. Instead he just puffed out some air as to stop him from laughing. “Honestly, you think I’ll buy you ice cream? Dream on chica, I’ll get the ice cream on my own, if you want one get it yourself.” Was he mean? Yes, and he didn’t mind. Had she actually been a nice person he would perhaps buy her one, but after her attitude, there was no way he would ever buy her anything.

“I suppose you’ll get to be surprised, then.” Allison’s humor was fading very quickly, but not so much that she couldn’t keep the appearance of it. “And seriously, skin splatters? They’re called tattoos, have you never heard the term before? And good, I’d much rather be tacky than be attracting the attention of... well, anyone who thinks at all like you, among other things.”

“Well, yes.” Allison put as much of a matter of fact tone into the statement as she could. “That’s what the race was for, you know, or did you forget? Too busy making excuses for why you didn’t win to remember why you wanted to?”

Tattoos, skin splatters, same thing in this case. If he was her, he’d go straight back to wherever they were made, and demand a refund. “I hope you didn’t intend on it looking like that.” Alexander began, eyeing all her skin markings, little by little. “ I’m taking it you didn’t got to an certified tattooist, no by the looks of it, I’m pretty sure you didn’t even have a consultation.” Halfway rolling his eyes on almost everything she managed to say in this incident. Alexander was so annoyed with this girl that he didn’t even bother to notice that they weren’t the only people in the shop. If he had taken the time to take a glance around the shop, he would have spotted several people, if not all glancing, staring or just chuckling at the two of them.

“Attention from the likes of me? You really are something aren’t you, perhaps you should consider tattoo removal unless you ticked someone off and they’re moments away from throwing acid on you.” He looked at her, still with a cold, blank expression.

The girl was being a pain, why ask that he buy ice cream for her when it was never mentioned at all before that. Squinting his eyes a bit before again rolling his eyes. “As I recall it señora, you said that you would buy anyone that beat you, but you failed to say anything about the one that didn’t beat you would buy you anything.” If she thought that he would buy her anything she would have to wait forever. “Therefore, I will not buy you ice cream.”

Allison rolled her eyes. “Of course I didn’t go to a tattooist, I did it myself. And you can criticize it when you tattoo yourself without being able to see and see how well that turns out. It’s certainly much better than it was years ago.” She held the hand that wasn’t still latching onto his arm up about five inches from his face, and pushed the ink on her palm out, slow enough that it seeped out and barely hurt, and held the lines where they were, shining red-yellow-orange. “See this? Not easy to control.” Allison ignored the mix of curious, interested, surprised, and disgusted words and sounds she could hear; it wasn’t hard to when they were quiet enough to almost be drowned out by the door opening.

“Well of course, that’d take too much breath. But it’s fair anyway, isn’t it?” She grinned up at him again, lowering her hand to reabsorb the ink, much more quickly than she’d removed it. She hissed a bit at the sensation, and dropped her hand back to her side. “If I--”

The hand that grabbed her shoulder and threw her on the floor was a bit harder to ignore.

...Ow. Allison blinked up from the floor at two teenagers, one of which was glaring at her, while the second looked evaluatingly over the pissy boy before looking down to glare at her as well. She didn’t bother getting up; the floor was surprisingly comfortable, though most floors were, and it wasn’t like she’d be close to either boy’s eye level anyway. One was even taller than the pissy boy, and the second was close. “...I have apparently pissed you off, but I have no clue who you are.”

Both boys sneered. “So muties are idiots and sluts as well as freaks,” the shorter one said.

“Not that that’s a surprise,” the other added. The toe he prodded her side with was certainly annoying, but not particularly painful.

“...Oh, you’re those idiots. Okay. Wow, you managed to remember me way longer than I thought you would.” And why am I always compelled to insult people who have already proven they want to kill me? ...Well, I suppose it’s not like I can make them want to do anything worse to me. “I suppose there’s really only one solution to that, then.” She rolled up onto her feet, paused for a second to give the very briefest finger wiggle she could sort of claim was a wave, spun and sprinted for the door. “See ya!”

At first Alexander wasn’t exactly impressed by the fact that she did her own tattoos, how was that even possible? Somehow he couldn’t exactly picture her with a tattoo needle on some of the spots where the scribbling was placed. Suddenly however she held out her arm, pretty close to his face, as if it wasn’t hard enough enduring her latching onto his arm, now she had to slide up her hand to his face. What did she want? Did she want him to smell her hand or something? Did she use cow dung as soap perhaps and wanted to paralyze his smelling for the next months?

It wasn’t for him to smell, it was for him to observe. Ink was slowly seeping out of her palm. His eyes widened slightly by the sight. Having seen some strange things in his little mutant career, he hadn’t seen this before. The girl was a mutant, the same as him. Somehow he should have known, but how did one know these things unless they showed some outside appearance differences? As he thought about it, a big part of him had hoped he had seen visions, why did she too have to be a mutant. Was it not bad enough that the girl was utterly insane?

Alexander wanted to speak, but no words escaped his mouth. Why didn’t he say anything? He never really had trouble coming up with something to say. Perhaps the girls pushy look at me attitude was enough for her to just gab over even his thoughts, giving him not much time to respond at the current time being. She reabsorbed the ink, and began speaking, but was suddenly cut short as someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder and she was thrown down on the floor, almost dragging him with him as she was still on his arm, but he managed to get out of the hold quickly enough not to fall on top of her. That would have been awkward.

He knew that one of the two teenagers that had thrown the girl down on the floor was eyeing him slightly, he responded by with an even more judgemental look. His first instinct should have been to help the girl up, but something didn’t feel right about the situation. Why did they do it in the first place? Had she been forcing them to buy her stuff too?

While at first the girl didn’t seem to know who they were, but after the boy a bit shorter than both him and the other called mutants idiots and sluts onto the fact that apparently were freaks, she seemed to remember them. She met them before? With careful glances, he looked at the boys, and the girl. The two boys seemed to be trouble; he had been in worse situations when he was almost mauled to death by some low life thugs when he and Chris got lost. This was different however. People were sitting around them, some looking, none of them doing a single thing.

The girl then insulted them lightly; he knew she could have come up with something better than that. It was even a bit disappointing that she didn’t. Then she managed to get up on her feet, giving either him or the two guys a poor excuse for a wave before she turned and ran out the door.


“Oy! Let’s go after her” The tall one said to the shorter one quickly after. They both gave him an evil side eye as they ran out of the shop after the girl.

‘Great’ He thought, the girl was getting into trouble for what probably wasn’t the first time, and of course it was after her complaining attitude and claiming how she was already tired from running earlier before the race. Girl was going to get herself killed if she kept going on like this. Taking a deep breath, and giving the people sitting in the shop and even scarily glare than the guys had given him, he ran out of the shop after them both. They all had a head start, but by the look of the guys it wouldn’t surprise him if they had given up on her not managing to get the speed required to catch her. What would she do if they did? Spray ink on them? He made a quick mental note that if they ever met again he’d call her Octopus Girl. As he ran he could see the backs of the two guys, they were faster than he had first anticipated, but were they fast enough? Hopefully the girl didn’t get in too much trouble, god forbid she would tell him to stay out of it. She didn’t exactly know that he was a mutant as well. Though, his powers weren’t so useful in situations like that.

Thank apples for fast recovery. Allison was racing along the sidewalk away from the Dairy Queen at just about the same pace she’d used to run to it, more easily now that she’d had the break. And a fairly amusing one, too. As obnoxious as the boy had been, it had at least been more interesting than her days normally were.

Allison jumped over a trash can and turned, attempting to see the two boys--at least it’s not four again, I lack convenient raptor allies right now--behind her. They were slightly under half a block back, unfortunately not looking as tired as she’d hoped. The half caved-in crate that appeared as she turned back was also not hoped for.

Allison tripped, fell, rolled, and was back up and running before she fully noticed what was happening, and certainly before the sting of the new scrapes on her knees, palms, right arm and left ankle registered. ...Reality? Yes. I hate you. You will die a very painful death as soon as I can manage it. The scrapes didn’t slow her down significantly; the pain was all from superficial scrapes and cuts that would probably be healed in two days, assuming she took care of them at least. The ankle might take a bit longer, but also wasn’t bad. The fall, however, had slowed her down; she wasn’t sure by how much but she could hear the footsteps behind her own now, which was never a good sign.

Allison ducked around a corner, hopping over more crates and trash cans and other unidentified stuff as she went through an alley, and--finally!--ran into a park. An empty park, unfortunately, as she’d been hoping for the presence of little kids and their parents to stop the boys. Okay, reality, you’re forgiven. Murphy, you will die.

A second, and fortunately less catastrophic, glance behind her showed the boys to be about half the distance away that they had been, looking more tired but not by enough that Allison would expect them to collapse before she did. Um... okay, desperate measures. ...If I had any I’d’ve already been out. Um.... Allison barely managed not to trip over a tree root, and glanced ahead of her. That tree looks halfway climbable, must be good enough.

Scrambling up the tree was easier than Allison had hoped for. The landing when a hand caught her foot and pulled her back down was significantly harder than she would have preferred, as was the branch her arm slammed into on the way down.

...This maybe could have gone better. Allison stayed on the ground blinking to clear the spots in her eyes, and spotted the obnoxious boy coming up behind the two teens who were already standing over her. Her eye twitched and she halfheartedly tossed a nearby rock at him before looking back at the two teens, stretching so her head was resting on her arms, ignoring the persistent pain near her elbow. “So, anything I can do for you two?”

The two guys were running still, they had to be pretty determined to actually bother with all the running. None of them looking like they ran several miles every day, or going to the gym at that. Some people relied too much on their metabolism, if they knew what was good for them, they’d change their attitude towards it and rather pretend they didn’t have any, much healthier. Alexander wasn’t even getting to tired yet, the break he had earlier at the park, and then the break at Dairy Queen was getting to be a good thing. All this running had to count for something, and that he didn’t have ice cream meant that the running was even better as he didn’t have to burn off that ice cream.

Were they not even remotely aware of the fact that he was running after them? None of them had even turned their head to see if there was anything troubling behind them. Instead they were busy running and pushing completely innocent people out of the way, they could have said sorry, but no that would be beneath them. It wasn’t them however that got the angry stares, it was him. As people thought he was a part of their little duo, they kept saying their not so kind words to him. All he could present back was a sorry, and shortly explaining he doesn’t even know them.

It took a little running before they finally reached a park, he felt good about that, a park meant that there would be a lot of people, at least on a day like this. Instead he realized that it was a lot emptier than he had wanted it to be. A few people were jogging around in the distance, but other than that, there wasn’t much activity going on. As he got into the park he saw the three of them. Allison was dragged down from a tree and down to the grass, how much falling down did the girl have to do during her life?

The girl was not seated on the ground and grabbed what appeared to be a nearby rock. Good she was going to throw them on one of the twerps, but no she didn’t even seem to think about that. Instead she threw the rock in his direction, luckily for her it didn’t reach very far. This meant that by throwing it in his direction that she knew he was there. What did it mean though? Did she want him to go? Fat chance, he didn’t like her much, but he wasn’t going to run away to have her getting herself beaten up.

Suddenly the tall guy turned and looked right at him, most likely due to her throwing the rock in his direction. ‘Great move Squiddy’ now he had to be acknowledged earlier than would have seen fit. He could have gone at them from the back, but now that wouldn’t work.

“What do we have here, the strange looking kid.” The tall one said, then turning his head slightly to the short one. “We must have interrupted a date.” The shorter guy just laughed brainlessly; almost as if he didn’t catch the blatant try of his friend’s knocked for bad humour. Allison had other ideas of course, egging on the guys even more than she needed. Situations like this were to get a runaway plan, not to act like she didn’t care. “Mutants are freaks” the short one managed to say. “Then you are a freak!” The tall one added shortly after.

“Well done Einstein, learn that on the street or by your mother? I’m sure she would be proud by your intellect, keep it up and you might be on the same reading level as a cockroach.” Perhaps he shouldn’t be following the same route as Allison by being rather nonchalant about it, but no way was he going to allow them to think they were dating or call him a freak. Perhaps fate had brought him to that park at that moment, so that Allison wouldn’t be alone with these mutant hating punks, he was willing to challenge that, and say that it was just bad luck. Fate however could work in mysterious ways, how else could he explain that the two mutants just happened to run into each other like that. Alexander looked over at Allison, trying to make sure that she had his attention before trying to nod that she should look up at the sky. Where the blue coloured sky once resided, a patch of dark clouds were emerging from nowhere. Alexander was preparing for the worst he could bring, not that it was much at this point, but he could at least do something. Hopefully Allison would get that it was not a natural phenomenon, but his doing. To ensure that she got it, he silently mouthed the words “I..am...a...mutant” Hoping that she was able to read what he was trying to convey.

...I am a mutant, mutants are freaks, therefore I am a freak too. Um... wow. Allison stayed quiet for a moment while the obnoxious boy talked, not really paying attention to what he said as she marveled at the teen boys’ intelligence. Maybe I can just use a big word and break their poor little brains and get rid of them that way. “A equals B, B equals C, therefore A equals C. That is the most amazingly complex logic I have ever heard.” And once again I am mocking the people who want to maim me at the very least. How intelligent of me. Also, probably a distinctly bad sign that I don’t really care... but I don’t care about that either so whatever.

Allison followed the obnoxious boy’s nod to look at the sky primarily because up happened to be straight in front of her, then blinked. Those are unusually dark clouds to have just appeared... and I don’t think they were there before. She glanced back at him in order to catch the end of something he said, and after a moment of puzzling figured out ‘...a mutant.’ Oh. She blinked. Well. That explains some of the idiocy. ...It’s still idiocy though. She rolled her eyes at the same time as she rolled forward onto her feet and straightened up. She spun slightly on a heel to point at the obnoxious boy. “You, are an idiot. The absurdly stubborn arguing was bad enough, even if it’s common. It is not common to deliberately put yourself at risk for no reason. Now go away.” Without waiting for an answer she spun to glare at the teen boys, folding her arms across her chest since she was unable to point at both at the same time. “And you two... you two are even bigger idiots. Bigotry. Ugh, I cannot stand people like you.”