The Rocking Champs

mo: dialated eyes!
the name of my ROCK BAND
that i TOTALLY HAVE
sare: well, my band, Teh Dickheads are going to rule the battle of the bands this friday!
mo: if you guys even show up! aren't you all SUSPENDED FOR SMOKING
sare: Oh we'll show up alright! because we can prove to the dean that we were SET UP.
mo: really?
ugh
how?
sare: not your problem! you have to worry about who's going to sing! your lead vocalist has stage fright and won't some out of the equipment room of the gym!
mo: he'll totally come
sare: AND the father of your guitar player is sending him to military school! he isn't down with this band hokum
looks like all is lost!
and our bad-at­ti­tude band has it in the bag!
mo: WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS IN­FORM­A­TION?
sare: let's just say I have someone on the inside OF YOUR BAND IS TELLING THINGS TO ME OK IT IS THE BACKUP CHICK THAT THE DRUMMER HIRED BECAUSE HE LIKED HER SHE IS MY MOLE AND MY EVIL GF
i can't lie to you, you have heart!
mo: and we also are mu­si­cians!
sare: but heart won't win the battle of the bnads!
OR
WILL
mo: yes, it totally will
sare: IT??
mo: it will, scuzbutt!
sare: oh.
ok.
well.
congrats.
mo: are you quit­ting?
like that?
just like that?
sare: i mean, whatever.
mo: you guys are bad asses!
sare: we'll still play.
or whatever.
mo: if you aren't going to bring it, then dialated eyes! aren't going to go either
what is your deal?
sare: HAHA!
BINDING!
YOU GUYZ ARE OUT AND WE ARE THE ROCKING CHAMPS
>FLICKS
CIGARETTE
mo: um
sare: IN
YOUR
FACE<

oh
the dean is behind me inst he?
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
mo: Hi Mr. Schul­ster!
or should i say DAD!
sare: Teh Dickheads hereby quit the battle of the bands
>tries un­suc­cess­fully to hide tears<
This isn't over!
mo: THAT'S RIGHT, BEEATCH
sare: SNIFFLE!