The Breakfast Club

7.06 AM

In this silver BMW, parked outside Shermer High is Claire Standish and her father. They had been waiting since 6.45 this morning. Claire never had the nerve to step outside and face her doom of the Saturday detention in which she caused herself the blame for. Her father kept his vision on the parking lot ahead. Maybe he would wait and see if his daughter would skip detention for a day at Tiffany & Co. Maybe he'd go watch his son's old football tapes, still chewed up in the VCR from the power shortage last week which caused almost every electrical device to fuck up big time, except for his daughters Walkman, it was safely off charge that night, thank god. Those things were expensive.
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this." She said with a face of emotionless fathom. "I mean, it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday. It's not like I'm a defective or anything."
Mister Standish smiled at his daughters' attempt at being self loathing. He leaned in closer, putting his hands on hers. "I'll make it up to you," he said pulling a gift bag from the back seat. "Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective."
Claire looked at her father with a shocked grin, as though he knew what the word meant.
"Have a good day." He finished. Claire opened the car door and slid out. She shook her head, making her way up the stairs.

In a vehicle behind the Standish BMW was Brian Johnson's mother's station wagon. She was angry, feeling betrayed by her son who knew better than to fuck around in school. Especially with what he did to land himself one Saturday detention.
"This the first time or the last time we do this?" his mother asked. The blond kid looked down at his feet and back at his mother. His little sister almost elbowing him.
"The last." He replied.
"Well, get in there and use the time to your advantage." She said with a competitive face as though her son was about to win the Derby Cup.
"Mom, we're not suppose to study. We just have to sit there and do nothing."
"Well, mister you figure out a way to study." She replied.
Brian's little sister added a "Yeah!" before his mother told him to "Go!", this was going to be a long Saturday.

***

Andrew Clark sat in his fathers 4x4 feeling sorry for himself. His father looked at him as though he was just as sorry.
"Hey, I screwed around," he said, "Guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that." He added. His son nodding while still glancing at his feet. "Except, you got caught, sport." He finished. Andrew looked up for a split of a second. Fidgeting with his fingers. He could slap his father in this moment for making an ass of himself. Guys screw around? Fuckin' jerk. He thought.
"Yeah, mom already reamed me, alright?" He said, his father put a smug look on his face and glanced with fury.
"You wanna miss a match, you wanna blow your ride?" He said, his son shook his head. "Now, no schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!"
Andrew glanced back at his father. A discipline case, that's what you think? Well, fuck you buddy. Andrew opened the door while grabbing his lunch, jumping out and slamming it shut behind him. Discipline case, my ass, He thought. He didn't look back to see another kid, not far behind him. Crossing the street almost sprinting. Wearing an overcoat, shades and a red scarf was John Bender. He kept walking, even when a car was inches from hitting him. Great for his image, bad for the cars tires. This was Allison Reynolds parents car. She jumped out of the vehicle, slamming it behind her and standing in the cold for a good three seconds. She leaned in to waved goodbye, it was just too bad her parents had already revved away. Just like every other time. I may as well be invisible, she thought.

***

Claire had already found her seat to the right of the library. Brian, just behind her. Andrew made his way through the door, slowly pacing to the same table as Claire, pointing at an empty seat. She insisted he sit there. The library was quite big, a section for return only a feet away from where Clair sat. And a centrepiece behind them, it was bigger than most private schools which were usually the size of football fields. John entered the room, close to the front desk which he turned a stamp rack around, it squeaked. He took the phone off its receiver, glancing at a note pad. Perhaps it was a book of tardy slips. Maybe he'd used it to roll a cigarette later. He slid it into his coat pocket, finding a seat which Brian had already made a comfortable home in. He pointed at the boy and then motioned his hand to the table next to it. Brian didn't refuse, he got up and moved quietly to the table across the way. John pulled two seats out, sitting on one and resting his feet on the other. He watched Allison make her way to the back table, he took off his shades. What a bunch of losers, he thought. She turned her back from the others. Andrew started to smile, laughing silently at the goth-girl. Mister Vernon wasn't far behind, he entered holding loose leaf paper and several yellow pencils. He crossed his arms in front of him.
"Well, well. Here we are." He said, he looked over at the group of children who had just made their way into hell. "I want to congratulate you for being on time." He added. Claire put her hand up and without even been looked at, started speaking.
"Excuse me, sir. There's been a mistake." She started, "I know it's detention and all, but I don't think I belong in here."
Vernon ignored her, looking at his watch, he glanced at the tiny roman numbers, trying to make them out in his poor eye sight. "It is now seven o'six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." He finished, looking at the red haired princess. John hocked his throat, looking up to the ceiling, spitting into mid air and catching it with his tongue. Claire looked in disgust, turning away and gasping for fresh air. "You may not talk," Vernon said, "You may not move from these seats." Brian was already in the midst of moving before the man took him by surprise. He sat back to his seat, not moving one more inch. Vernon started toward John, moving the chair from under his feet, pushing it under the table from the other side. "And you will not sleep!" He added just before laying sheets of paper in front of each child. "Alright, people. We're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay. No less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are."
John looked up at Vernon, almost whimping in tease, "This a test?" he asked.
"And when I say essay, I mean essay." John put his feet on the table, smugly grinning at his enemy, Mister Vernon. "I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mister Bender?"
"Crystal." John replied, looking down at the floor like a disobedient dog.
"Good. Maybe you'll learn something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return." Vernon said, crossing his arms again, watching the rebel kid squaller in his cruel words. Brian put his hand up, standing up in the same moment. He swallowed, wetting his whistle.
"Uh, I can answer that right now, sir. That would be 'no' -- 'no' for me because--"
"Sit down, Johnson." Vernon snarled. Brian did as he was told, cooperating with the man who put him in his place, literally.
"Thank you, sir." Brian replied. Oh, god how embarrassing Bry, he thought. John smirked, watching the kid collect himself.
"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Questions?" Vernon said, the room was silent again. For a few seconds at least.
"Yeah, I got a question." John announced, Mister Vernon darted a look into his eye. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" He asked. Mister Vernon didn't take any blow, he remarked quite quickly.
"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mister Bender, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns."
John sighed, Vernon walked away, heading to his office.
"That man, is a brownie hound." He remarked. Once again the room became silent... For at least a minute.
Andrew unbuttoned his jacket, each button let out a pop. Once it was undone, it seemed the popping had continued, from behind him. Allison was chewing her nails, it became teeth grinding-annoying. Everyone stopped to look her way. She chewed on her thumb, watching everybody look at her. She carried on chewing.
"You keep eating your hand, you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." John remarked. Allison took one last chew, spitting a nail his way. "I've seen you before, you know." He threatened. He glanced back to the blond kid next to him. He was muttering while chewing his pen.
"Who are you?" He asked, he stuck the pens' hook onto his bottom teeth. "Who are you?" He repeated before letting go. "I am The Walrus." He muttered the Lennon-McCartney lyrics as the pen hooked itself to his gums, making a saber tooth. The press pushed up his nostrils. Looking to his right was John Bender, he glared at the boy who was making an embarrassment of himself. Brian smiled in shame. He pulled
His coat down before John glanced at him for doing the same. He put his arms out, shaking his head and blowing hot air into his hands while John continued to take off his coat. He leaned over, glaring at the poor blond.
"It's the shits, huh?" Brian asked before laughing. John turned back to his table, crunching the paper into his hands and tossing it between Andrew and Claire. Hoping to get a reaction, he was let down. Instead, he was reduced to being annoying. Humming a riff on the air guitar. Claire turned to Andrew in disgust. "I can't believe this is really happening to me."
"Oh, shit!" John stopped during his annoying solo, "What are we 'spose to do if we have to take a piss?." He asked, putting a hand to his chin. "Oh, please." Claire replied.
He unzipped his pants, kneeling to the floor. "If you gotta go, ya gotta go!" He continued.
"My god!" she remarked. Andrew turned to see Bender with his trousers undone.
"Hey, you're not urinating in here, man." He said. Brian cocked his head to see if the rebel was the real deal.
Not that he wanted to, he was just curious.
"Don't talk, don't talk. It makes it crawl back up." John exclaimed.
"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor."
"You're pretty sexy when you get angry." John remarked while grunting. He turned to the blond kid wearing his sweater inside-out, Brian. "Hey, home boy," he said, Brian pointed to himself, "why don't you go close that door? We'll get the prom queen impregnated." Claire turned back quickly in anger looking at the boy who assumed she was a slut. He was wrong, what would he know about her life, including her sex life?
"Hey!" Andrew said, Bender stared back at the red haired girl, mocking her presence. "Hey!" Andrew repeated. John looked back at the jock,
"What?" He asked.
"If I lose my temper, you're totalled, man"
"Totally?" He asked.
"Totally." Andrew replied leaning into Benders' face. John went blank, smirking in defence at the kid who threatened him. Claire put her hand to her side, looking at the smooth criminal. "Why don't you just shut up? Nobody here's interested." She snarled. John glared at her with a fiery temper. It wasn't a good idea to piss him off, Andrew just the same. Two tempers in one room, three if you counted Claire who couldn't stand to be in the same room any longer. She was sick of listening to these boys play verbal tennis for the past two minutes. Why don't you both just flop them out on the table, compare them and be done with it already! She thought.
"Really, Buttface." Andrew remarked.
Shut up, Sporto, Claire thought.
"Well, hey Sporto, what'd you do to get in here?" Bender asked, he glanced at the back of Andrew's head. "Forget to wash your jock?"
Andrew turned back around with his face in fury.
"Uh, excuse me fellas, I think we should just write our papers." Brian said.
Andrew looked at John, gritting his teeth. "You know, just because you live in here, doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So, knock it off!" He shouted. John huffed, sarcastically taking a pause in his breath.
"Well...It's a free country." He sighed. Andrew turned back and shook his head in frustration.
"He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him." Claire said, John flipped his hair back, licking his lips.
"Sweets," he started. Claire turned around, John snarling. "You couldn't ignore me if you tried." He finished. She rolled her eyes. Allison watched while the three challenged each other at verbal harassment. "So," John sighed. "So! Are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend?" No answer. "Steady dates?" ..No answer. "Lovers" he swooned, ...No answer. "Aw, c'mon Sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot beef-injection?" Andrew and Claire turned back in sync, both their remarks different but tied in the same instance.
"Go to hell!" Claire remarked.
"Enough!" Andrew added. But the loudest remark was from Vernon in his office. He looked up from his markings, peering through his glasses.
"Hey! What's going on in there?" He shouted. He couldn't see the children, but he could feel them being obnoxious. "Smug little pricks." He sighed.
"Scumbag." Andrew whispered.
The room went quite once more, only for a little while before Bender got up from his seat. He jumped up and sat on the library banister. He pointed toward the twin doors.
"What'd ya say we close that door?" He asked. "We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."
"You know, the doors are supposed to stay open." Brian replied.
"So what?"
"So why don't you just shut up?" Andrew asked, "There's four other people in here you know."
"God, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a uh-- a wrestler." Bender said with sincere sarcasm.
"Who the hell are you to judge anybody, anyway?"
"Really." Claire smirked. John knew Andrew could over power him with words, just like his father could over power him with his knuckles. John knew he wasn't the toughest of men and most of what he did was a defence from being far from normal. He didn't want to be a clone like every other fucking Tom, Vernon, and Harry. Working nine to five, what a way to make a living. It was hardly his fathers way, he sat on the couch most days picking lint out of his naval. Demanding his wife to fetch him another beer while he wait for the commercials to end on T.V. He waited for the welfare check, which depended mostly on John going to school. If he skipped class his old man would lose money and John would have a new bruise somewhere around his torso. Perhaps a whipping of his old man's belt. Pity, he was sixteen and still punished like a nine year old.
"You know, Bender you don't even count." Andrew said, "If you disappear forever it wouldn't make a difference," John went black inside, keeping his cool on the outside. "You may as well not even exist at this school." Andrew finished. John licked his lips, swallowing hard. Clenching his fist at each side he bit hard on his tongue.
"Well... I'll run right out and join the wrestling team," he said, Andrew almost laughed, "Maybe the prep club too. Student council."
"Nah, they wouldn't take you." Andrew said.
"I'm hurt."
Claire fiddled with a pencil, she looked up at the wounded boy who was obviously taking a blow. "You know why guys like you knock everything?"
"Oh, this should be stunning."
"Cause you're afraid."
"Oh, God you richies are so smart," John said, motioning in sarcasm outward. "That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities."
"You're a big coward." Claire said, she squinted softly while toning her voice. Brian peered over and watched from a few seats away.
"I'm in the math club." He said, as if the conversation concerned him.
"See, you're afraid that they won't take you, so you just dump all over it."
John looked away then back at the red haired leather wearing bimbat.
"Well," he started, "wouldn't have anything to do with you 'Activities People' being assholes, now would it?" He finished, Claire shook her head, still clutching her pencil that mister Vernon had slammed in front of her a few minutes ago like both paper and pencil were a hammer and chisel.
"You wouldn't know." She replied, "you don't even know any of us." Bender took a breath, sliding his head out of his coat collar.
"Well, I don't know any lepers either. But I'm not gonna run out an join one of their fuckin' clubs." He said. Andrew looked back at the boy.
"Let's watch the mouth, huh?" He muttered, Brian added more to this conversation as though it was a free for all.
"I'm in the physics club, too." He added. John put a hand out in front of Claire, "'Scuse me a 'sec." He said, "What are you babbling about?" He looked at Brian. The geek used his pen as a guide to excel his conversation.
"Well, what I said was that I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the phycs-- the physics club." He stammered, he almost let spittle draw from his braces. Damn those fucking mouth cages right to hell! Brian hated them but most days he didn't notice them. His mother wouldn't let him pick out nice colorful bands for the brace clutch. She didn't let Brian do anything colorful or anything that made him remotely distracted from school work. He couldn't even talk to girls, not that he had the guts to anyhow. Most people thought Brian wasn't into girls, some thought he was more of a sensitive type. People would slander his locker with 'FAGGOT' everyday. Mr Ryan would be there to tell him to go to the janitors closet and get some turpentine to wash it off. He hated being called a faggot, but people thought he was. 'Move along boys, Johnson's lookin' at ya johnsons!' The cruellest boys would wail in the locker room.
"Hey, Cherry." Bender said, Claire looked toward him, raising her brows. "Do you belong to the physics club?" He asked.
"That's an academic club." She replied.
"So?"
"So, academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
"Ah! But, to dorks like him, they are." Bender pointed at Brian, "What do you guys do in your club?" He asked.
Brian looked back at Bender once more and continued to explain more into his clubs. He was so proud of them. "In physics we talk about physics, properties of physics."
"So it's sorta social. Demented and sad -- but social, right?" John mocked, glancing an evil look to Claire. She bit inside her mouth and looked up at the ceiling almost rolling her eyes while shaking her head a little.
"Well, yeah. I guess you could sorta consider it a social situation. There are other kids in my club," he said, "And uh, at the end of the year we have uh, y'know a big banquet at the Hilton."
"You load up, ya party!"
"No. Well, we get dressed up, but uh, we don't get high."
"Only burners like you get high." Claire exclaimed, Bender snarled a glance at her. "And I didn't have any shoes so I had to borrow my dad's." Brian continued, "It's kinda weird because, my mom doesn't like me wearing other people's shoes."
Bender continued to glare at Claire, "My couzel- uh, my cousin Kendall from Indiana, he got high once. Y'know he started eating like really weird foods." Brian continued with his amazing story, while Allison was shooting John with imaginary bullets, she was the weirdest, or so it seemed at this point. "And then he felt like he didn't belong anywhere, y'know...kind of like Twilight Zone, kinda."
"Sounds like you." Claire remarked. Andrew was now getting annoyed, but for a good reason, "Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here." He said, "I got a meet this Saturday. And, I'm not gonna miss it on account of you bone heads."
John growled, "Oh, an wouldn't that be a bite, huh? Owah! Mission' a whole wrestlin' meet." He teased. Andrew leaned in, squinting. "Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot. You've never competed in your whole life" he grunted. John smiled.
"Ha, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around the floor with other guys!" He sarcastically remarked. Andrew drew back, tucking in his chair further.
"Ah, you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."
"Oh, but I do!"
"Yeah?"
"I wanna be just like you." John teased, "I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights."
Brian turned to Andrew and started to talk again. "You wear tights?" He asked, Andrew turned to the geek and shook his head.
"No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform."
"Tights."
"Shut up!" Andrew snapped. Beyond the door, Vernon was starting to move around. He picked something off his desk, while he was turned John got off the banister and sat in between Claire and Andrew. He made it appear as though he was sad. Mr Vernon walked away down the hall and Bender got right back up. Grunting to Andrew and moaning at Claire. He started toward the door, a chain on his belt jingling behind him.
"You know, there's not supposed to be any monkey business." Brian protested, Bender turned back around and pointed and the kid.
"Young man have you finished your paper?" He mocked. He started back toward the door, halting quite fast and fixing his collar. He pulled a Phillips head screwdriver out of his pocket and started unscrewing the top screw. Down the hall, on the left was Mr Vernon, sipping from the water fountain. He couldn't hear the library door squeak as it was being unscrewed.
"Come on Bender, stop screwing around!" Andrew said.
"What are you going to do?" Claire asked.
"Drop dead, I hope." Andrew replied.
Mr Vernon looked at his reflection in a bulletin cabinet, clearing his throat with gibberish, then muttering "Alright." To himself. He didn't hear the door squeak and slam. Bender turned away from it and ran back toward his table.
"Bender, that's school property there. It doesn't belong to us, it's not something that's supposed to be toyed with." Brian said, Andrew watched, while keeping his hand firmly on his table.
"That's very funny, now fix it!"
"You should really fix it." Brian added. John sat back in his seat, fixing his posture. "Am I a genius?" He asked.
"No, you're an asshole!" Andrew replied.
"What a funny guy."
"Fix it, Bender!"
"Everybody, shh. I've been here before, I know what I'm doing." John said, putting his hands out to silence the children.
"No, Bender, fix it!"
"Shh!"
"No!"
"SHUT UP!" Bender shouted, Mr Vernon could be heard, opening the door with fury.
"God, damn it!" He echoed through the hall. He stamped toward the children's tables. Pointing to the twin doors which they were now both shut. "Why is that door closed?" He asked. Nobody answered, John especially kept his head down. Claire looked patient, like a chicken laying an egg. "Why is that door closed?" He repeated.
It was John who spoke first. "How're we 'spose to know? We're not 'spose to move, right?" John replied, shortening almost every word he said. Vernon still pointed.
"Why?" He asked. Looking at Claire, she took a breath. "We were just sitting here." She said. "Like we're supposed to." Vernon stopped pointing, but did it once again.
"Who closed that door?" He asked as he moved across the room, he was looking at Brian, he went wide eye motioning to himself in question.
"I think a screw fell out of it." John replied. Andrew became quiet, "It just closed, sir." He said.
"Who?" He asked Allison, she squeaked and buried her head in the table, her hood collapsed the same.
"She doesn't talk, sir." John said.
"Give me that screw." Vernon demanded.
"I don't have it."
"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of ya?"
"I don't have it! Screws fall out all the time. The world's an imperfect place." John lied, shaking his head and then looking up at his headmaster.
"Give it to me, Bender." Vernon demanded once again. Claire interrupted, as though to soften the conversation.
"Excuse me, sir. Why would anybody want to steal a screw?" She asked. Vernon turned to her and pointed a sharp finger at her. "Watch it young lady!" He snarled. John took a hard look at Claire, she returned a smirk at him, then wondering her eyes onto Vernon who was looking for something to stop the door with. He picked up a fold-out chair. Pulling the door open and lining it against the edge.
"The door's way too heavy, sir." Bender said, he looked back down at his glove covered hands. Vernon let go of the door, it slid across the threshold, the chair spun it's way into the hall.
"Damn it!" Vernon cursed. Allison lifted up her hood and peered out to see the fuss. Brian laughed breathily while watching the man in grey tweed fail at his attempt to keep the door open. He opened the door back up, clicking his fingers.
"Andrew Clark!" He shouted, "Get up here! C'mon, front and centre. Let's go." He ordered. Andrew sighed and got up off his chair, he pointed to the magazine stand which was heavy and stable, although it was quite large for the door way.
"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up?" Bender asked, "if he gets up, we'll all get up! It'll be anarchy!"
Vernon took one side of the stand, keeping it off the floor, carrying it toward the hall. "Watch the magazines." He said as Andrew held onto one of the slots.
"It's out of my hands." Bender said. He tightened his cheeks, watching Andrew tried to get through the gap in between the stand and the twin doors. Slipping down, his legs became wider, opened like a two dime whore.
"That's very clever, sir." John started. "But what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career."
Vernon shook his head, acting as though this was Andrew's fault. "What are you doing with this?" He asked, "what is this, c'mon. Get this out of here, for god's sake." He muttered. Brian turned to Bender and pointing to both ends of the room. "Well, you know the school comes equipped with two fire exits at either end of the library." He said, motioning as though he was helping a plane land safely. Bender glared, "Show Dick some respect!" He said.
Vernon patted Andrew on the back and escorted him, "Let's go, back to your seat!" He said. Andrew sat back at his table, nestled safely next to Claire. "I expected a little more from a varsity letterman." He said. Andrew was confused at what the fuck Vernon was even talking about, did he do something wrong? "You're not fooling anybody, Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you." Bender sighed, leaning back into his chair.
"Eat my shorts." He muttered. Vernon cocked his brow.
"What was that?" He asked. Bender put his arm around the fold of his chair.
"Eat...my...shorts!" He repeated. Vernon went wide eyed, "You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister." Bender winced and shut his eyes,
"Oh I'm crushed." He said.
"You've just bought one more, right there."
"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that, beyond that I'm gonna have to check my calendar!"
"Good, because it's gonna be filled." Vernon said. "We'll keep going, you want another one? Just say the word! Instead of going to prison, you'll come here. Are you through?"
"No."
"I'm doing society a favor."
"So?"
"That's another one, right now. I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch ya step! You want another one?"
"Yes." Bender replied.
"You got it! You got another one, right there! That's another one, pal."
"Cut it out!" Claire shouted, Bender looked at her, "stop" she mouthed.
"You through?" Vernon asked.
"Not even close, bud!" John growled.
"Good, you got one more, right there."
"You really think I give a shit?"
"Another." Vernon said, his eyes becoming squinted. "You through?"
"How many is that?" Bender asked. Brian put his pen down and put his fingers up, looking up at the ceiling.
"That's seven including the one when we first came in, when you asked mister Vernon here if Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet."
"Now, it's eight. And you stay out of it!" Vernon pointed to Brian with true scold.
"Excuse me, sir. It's seven"
"Shut up, Peewee." Vernon replied. Brian nodded and put his head down. Vernon looked back at John once more, putting his hands in a bull motion, using his pointer and pinkie fingers. "You're mine, Bender." He announced, "For two months, I got ya. I got ya!"
Bender sighed, taking a breath. "What can I say? I'm thrilled." He replied.
"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something, you ought to spend a little more time doing something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off."
John screwed his face and nodded, looking away from The Bull.
"Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls." Vernon said, bender mouthed his last refrain. Vernon started toward the door. He walked with such confidence, turning back to tease John with the bull hand motion once more. He opened the door and slid out, letting it slammed behind him while Bender turned his head, letting off the biggest "FUCK YOU!" ever. He sat back in his seat, gritting his teeth and thinking to himself. "Fuck!" He remarked quietly.
Today was just starting to get interesting...