Class Act Page #4

I am Duncan Pinderhjuz. You think

this is funny? That was a joke? Come here!

-What's wrong, brother?

-Something tells me that you are the Blade Brown.

-Where are you going? Do not move there.

-Look, today I really was not given.

First, someone wants me beats that I have.

Then you want to beat me up for not you.

And then you want to be you.

What do you really want?

No, do not be me.

Be you, but for me.

Go to my classes this half of

and I will let you live.

If not, then you can die.

Look, today after school mountain named

Wedge wants to drill a tunnel in my head.

How to fake such a fight?

-Leave it to me.

You better be on that role or will odglumi

a label on cars for the disabled.

Got it. And do not you say

anyone, anyone about this!

And you will be in the parking lot after school.

Konta?

OK, now it is finished.

You are free.

Prepare for a fight.

Go away go, man!

Hey, everything is taken care of.

We will take top dollar for this fight.

Good boy ...

Sorry, damn freak.

It's me, Duncan Pincus.

Pinderhjuz!

I just saw that escapes Wedge

home mommy. Blade is the winner.

I have to turn on,

I have to smash some homework.

That's right, you heard a geek.

Worth of man.

Jo, Blade, you broke that Wedge,

and did not even sweat. You're the king.

Here's your part,

80-20% right? Yes.

Can I blejim with you?

-To bleji?

To blejim with you, that senior to you,

you keep your back to me, I keep you back.

Of course ... I guess ...

Be careful, move up, one goes.

Move!

Get out of the way, pussies.

Poploajte way for the king.

Poploajte way for my man.

Hey, Blade, which this time you too

do not give a phone number.

Will my phone number?

I have no paper.

Never mind, just write it here.

Seeking Blade Brown

"Is it a video?

Tell him to Rijkaard asks Dick.

Is that you remember?

These are two words, Dick Rijkaard.

Will and my address?

Pinhed (iodina heads)

get over here! Now!

I have to go.

Later, DaSisa ... Damita.

-Can I go home now, please.

-O how we need to talk, komo.

-People must think you're me.

So I thought. -Oh, no.

-I want to drive home Lucille.

-Lucille? And my parents?

Dad would I be if I brought logirao

girl home. Not pregnant, right?

-This is Lucille, I personally was nabudio.

-Are you crazy? I do not know how to drive.

-I do not have permission.

-Me neither. You'll learn.

Because, if destroy, I mean, if it

you make the slightest scratch on the paint.

Back at the workshop, Jack.

Go ahead, enter inside.

Lucille has one of the most sophisticated

hydraulic systems of combustion in the world.

And I will not even mention the high-tech,

lubrikacioni, liquid, rotating design.

-Brother, the wicked!

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