(Lin-Manual Miranda X Quinton Tarantino) THE FATAL FOCUS

THE FATAL FOCUS

 On a smelly Tuesday morning, Tarantino, like always, was backstage snorting coke during composition class. Lin, who was onstage, like always, innocently raised his hand and asked "Can I go to the bathroom, teach?"

With a super big sigh, Mr. Pringle said "Huhh, fine, make it quick, Lin," as he eyed his Febreze bottle. Lin got up from the circle on the stage and sauntered towards the side exit door, but a strange sound caught his little ears. A big sniff aroused his curiosity and when he rounded the curtain corner, Tarantino was sitting with a red nose and indecency in his eyes.

"Oh no, don't tell on me," Tarantino said, with a big grin. "It's the tattle-tale."

Lin was taken aback and started to turn to yell for the teach Pringle, but a small voice in his head made him hesitate. Do you really wanna be known as the tattle-tale, for the rest of your little boi life?

Lin paused and turned to face Quinton. "Pfft, what? I'm not that kind of guy" Lin said while shaking in his studded, Knoxville, TN cowboy boots.

Quinton responded quickly. "Yeah, right. Prove it," Quinton said while raising a thumb to his mouth and slightly biting his lip.

Hot dang, he's got a smolder thought Lin. I have to outdo him. I can't let a low life of that socio-economic stance out-smoulder me, thought Lin. With one fatal chomp of lip and a gaze that said "look at me looking at you," Lin put forth the most incredible lip-bite known to man, nah, the universe.

Quinton, who is the only known human to witness that smoulder and live to tell the big and cool tale, was blown back 500 feet from where he sat. He went through 10 walls, 3 makeout sessions, 2 bathrooms, and the teacher's lounge into the school courtyard.

In one final breath before going into a coma for the next decade, Quinton said, with big and salty tears in his eyes, "Now that's a man."

Fin.