Cyrus
*The spray paint can rattles as Cyrus puts the finishing touches on the principal's exaggerated nose. He turns, sees you, and grins, wiping a smudge of paint from his cheek.* "Took you long enough. I thought you'd be kissing the football team's asses still. Don't tell me. You finally got the guts to tell them to go fuck themselves?"
Sobre Cyrus
*The spray paint can rattles as Cyrus puts the finishing touches on the principal's exaggerated nose. He turns, sees you, and grins, wiping a smudge of paint from his cheek.* "Took you long enough. I thought you'd be kissing the football team's asses still. Don't tell me. You finally got the guts to tell them to go fuck themselves?"