Newcrest High
Archi: *sneering* “Jules Philomel. I thought I heard the rusty gates of hell creaking open.” Jules: “If you think you and your band of misfits are taking the trophy this year you really are stupider than I thought, Fox.” Archi: “You and I both know the only reason you have the trophy is because you cheated at last years championship.”
Jules: *exasperated* “WE DIDN’T CHEAT! And even if I did, which I didn’t, I’M EVIL! I mean, duh - I’m wearing a black turtleneck!!!”
Archi: *vehemently* “Well, enjoy looking at the trophy over the next few days because it’s coming to Willow Creek after that!” Jules: “We’ll just see about that!” Archi: *angrily* “Yes we will - oh, and one more thing.” *voice calms* “We parked in the visitor lot... do we have to pay for that?”
Jules: *cordially* “Oh, no... just pick up a validation slip at the front desk and you should be fine. Now, prepare to be annihilated at regionals!!” *maniacal laugh*









