Hey dweeb. Come here. I want to talk to you. I know, you're surprised...why would the hottest, most popular girl in school want to talk to a nerd like yourself? I would never normally be seen with a loser like you. Losers like you aren't worth my time. Losers like you make me look bad. Well here's the thing: I'm proposing...a trade...of sorts. You get to talk to me, someone as superior and perfect as me, and I'm going to take your lunch money. So gimme your lunch money... What? Two dollars?? That's it??? We need to work on this...