"i'm punk rock."
"no, you're not."
"yes, i am."
"michael, you have pink hair. that doesnt make you look punk."
"i can dye it black."
"you're gonna be bald soon, mike."
"learn to f--k off, hood."
"i wont."
"you're just jealous because you're not punk. but i am."
"we don't do punk, mikey. look, ashton owns a pony shirt. luke has a tutu. you have pink hair and i look like a puppy. and to add, you're fat, mike. you need to exercise."
"i told you i can dye my hair black to make me look punk, which i already am. also, you know that even though i exercise, i'm still fat."
"and that's because you eat like a pig; which, by the way, you do and you are."
"f--k you!"
"you gay?"
"ew no, im punk."
"accept it, michael. five sauce will never be punk. we're just trying to be one. but we aren't."
" i -"
"shut up, michael."
