Revenge: A Dish Best Served Faaaaabulous

[Arthur Rawlings]

Says the girl in the back left corner of Math with a compact and bruch always in easy reach: "Emily toooootally got what was coming to her."

From her Token Gay, also well armed with hair and skincare products: "Decorations Committee Emily? Oooo, dish!"

"Well, you know she's been calling all nighters all week, yeah? So last night? Total walkout."

"Oh, snap, girl."

"Shut up, that's not it! They finish, right? Or close enough, and she's all riding their asses about straighten this and fluff that. Total hosebeast. Well..." She pauses for dramatic effect. "Loooong story short, Deathrage found her this morning. Tied to a treadmill with streamers and garland. Falling all over her fat self."

"Would we call her fat? Really?"

"Ah-hem?"

He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes a full 360 degrees. "I mean, Falling? Why?"

"The treadmill. Was running. At top. Speed."