Handsome Devil Page #4

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Wallace, where's Wally?

I'm here.

Defend it.

Don't worry about

it, I got you.

You're an animal.

Monster.

Wallace, come back in for Conor.

Conor, take a break.

Take a break.

We've only just begun.

Okay, reset!

Is it broken?

Of course it's f***ing broken.

Well done lads,

yeah good play.

Don't worry about that weasel.

You never were a looker.

Anyone see Conor masters?

He never came in.

Tell me who you are.

I set an essay title for you

because I wanted to

find out about you

and there were some

excellent essays

but there was one that

stood out above all.

Ned wrote.

Do you wanna get up here and

read it in front of the class?

I'm actually okay, thanks.

I mean, thank you but

I'd just prefer not to.

I appreciate that.

But I think you should.

The next person to make

a single solitary sound

of any sort is in

hideous trouble.

Go ahead, Ned.

A family member.

I have this cousin

who's name's Kevin

and I'm pretty sure he's

destined for heaven.

He's always spotlessly dressed,

clean and neat and

totally smooth.

He likes to wear this

fur-lined sheepskin jacket.

Keep going, please.

Kevin, start the same.

My perfect cousin.

He doesn't, he's his

father's pride and joy.

His brother's little gone boy.

He thinks I'm bit of a coward

cause I universally...

stop, stop, stop.

Sit down.

Listen to you, the baying crowd.

Behaving like sheep.

Why do you assume that

this lesson isn't for you?

Never, ever, ever

use a borrowed voice.

You're all individual.

Stop, stop!

You spend your whole

life being someone else,

who's gonna be you?

Get out.

Turn it down?

No, not that.

Today, that was pretty cool.

I like the song.

Could you go straight

to hell please?

I liked it a lot.

Why do you like

so much old stuff?

Well because modern

life is rubbish.

I hear that.

So I saw weasel's face.

How'd you know I did that?

Word gets around, even to me.

Can I ask you a question?

It's personal.

Are you gay?

Don't worry Conor, I'm not gonna

bum you in the night or any...

no, sorry, I'm sorry...

was that it?

That was your question, was it?

It's not really the

music, it's more the story.

How someone can write

about themselves like that,

about their family,

it's mad isn't it?

Well yeah, the

madder, the better.

So you're not just

taking the piss?

I like the song.

Well follow me then.

Didn't know this was here.

Found these last year.

Vinyl.

Look at those faces,

what were they thinking?

Well, none of them

ever cared about

the stuff that matters

here, that's for sure.

And I can't wait

to get out of here.

What are you gonna be?

I am basically unemployable.

But I'll be free.

My dad and I used to

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