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mortiferis >> perfectxruin

Once they dropped to a stop on the first floor, Belle took time in catching her breath as she tried to calm herself; it was just a matter of time before their principal caught up to them if he was after them. Looking at the male, she said, "What's the next step, sir? You don't plan on banging Smith's head against the wall now, do you?"

"Alright, ‘Operation: Goodbye fucker’ is underway. Easy - I drop this one gallon bag of mayo on him, then you drop all the rotten bread and spoiled meat on him. That oughtta teach ‘im t’suggest to take away our pizza day and replace it with some dry sandwich shit." He pulled on the rope harder, waiting until the principal was in the right spot. "Ready?"

"Once you're done dropping all that mayo, I'm throwing all these disgusting shit at him. Brilliant." she chuckled, shaking the bag of the spoiled goods as she put on her hood. "If I'm getting detention for this, at least I won't be alone. Ready sir."

He sneered, holding onto the rope more firmly as he shook his head, “Hey, I still tied with ya in that race with that bad leg,” he said, steadying himself, “Th’jerk there yet?” he said, nudging her to check on their target.

"Show-off. I still beat you once." she scoffed at him as she leaned a bit to the right where she spotted their target alone. "Yes sir, he's in plain sight with that ugly jacket of his. What's the plan again?" she asked, glancing at Damein.

"You told me if I go down, you go down with me! That’s always been our thing, remember?" he quietly yelled at her, hitting her on the arm lightly in return.

"Yeah, yeah, fine! As long as you can run fast so nobody gets caught? Can you run fast? You no longer have that broken leg, do you?" she replied, pushing him forward this time."

"I don’t know. Just doesn’t seem to be really good idea after all. And don’t call me a wuss or you’re gonna get it."

"I’ll call ya what I want," he retorted, sneering as he pushed her forward. "It’s not gonna kill ‘im - just seriously hurt ‘im, maybe…"

She gave a roll of her eyes as she jabbed him lightly with her elbow. "Whatever, but if someone asks I'm gonna blame it all on you so I can go scot-free while you end up in jail."

"I don't know. Just doesn't seem to be really good idea after all. And don't call me a wuss or you're gonna get it."