Cedric Sullivan

Fuck it, light me up. Hey, you want to smoke or something first? Take the edge off the whole burning alive deal. 

Get us the good stuff. It's your pre-funeral.

I’ll ask my agent about the paint. We have an image going on here, green might take away from it.

You wanted to be wicked or just another damned witch? We got plenty of the latter running 'bout. It's green or no deal.

Suck a dick, mop head.

Paint your skin green and I'll cut you a share.

I’m going to expire in all this sun.

Hold on. Lemme set up a booth first. Two dollars each to see the wicked witch burn. 

Right.

Tell us. What are you good for? 

What are you even on about? Sleeping with teachers─that’s not what I meant. Though I’m not surprised that this is the thing that excites you most.

You seen the ass on the art professor? Damn straight I'd fuck her. 

I don’t see what’s so spectacular and great about you. Kalen Taylor.

You ready for it? Check it out.

Cut your curfew by half? Have you sleep in the villa with all the professors?

Don't they have some law against that shit? Sleeping with all your professors, I mean. One or two will do grand, but  then you got the ugly ones and the fat ones. They'll be spreading shit everywhere and the next thing ya' know, someone's locked up and lookin' to me for bail. Fuck that shit.

I could say the same to you.

I'm the spectacular and great Cedric Sullivan. Who the fuck are you?

I don’t think they’re going to be able to get me to leave here.

Who the fuck are you again?

Who’s willing to break curfew with me and find something fun to tonight, I’m sure they wont even notice we’re gone.

Who cares if they notice. The fuck are they gonna do? 

Prolly would have done that by now if some asshole didn’t start pissing me off for no apparent reason.

Hold on. I got it. I'll speak your language. In a box filled with bright vivid colors, you're the dark one. 

Think it’s supposed to be high, but yeah.

No shit? That does it too. Were they high before each song?

Way to prove the shit I just said. 

Call the airline. You lot are thick in the head.

Nah, like, the band.

That's the one with the dead smily face, ain't it?