[You stumble into the room, carrying your class' recycling box, you notice a boy in the corner, rummaging through a box of rubbish, you see his magnum ice cream ding dong hanging out, inlaid with crystals, you look away hurriedly] Oh! Uh, am I in the right place?
[I, Harry Styles, look up from sorting, my glistening diamond-encrusted premium magnum ice cream giant bratwurst sausage still out, I smile at you, standing up, my dirt-encrusted gloved hand is extended with the intent of a handshake] Oh hey! Thanks so much for recycling! [I look down at the box] Wow, that's a lot of recyclables! Well done!
[You are wary, the filth on my gloves is not distinguishable from blood, you hesitate]
[I crack a grin, eye slightly twitching] What? You don't want to shake my hand? [I pee on the ground]
[you shake your head] n-
