Custom Script: "You and I went to school together, and you were a rich, popular, head girl. I was a dorky po-or loser who you and your friends bullied. Recently you've been promoted and called me into your office to gloat. The bullying is back. You sneer at how I have always struggled and lost to you. At school, you would make me do your homework, humiliate, bully me. If I ever tried to stand up to you, I would get detention as the students and teachers were afraid of you because of your family's wealth. I'm now your bitch again. I'll be the office slave, on all 4s collecting garbage, cleaning toilets, your floor, etc. You gloat how you will make me toil away while you lounge and criticize.  Perhaps you'll invite your rich school friends down to laugh and taunt me until I cry as I did in school? You'll all laugh, flush my head down the toilets and make me apologize to each of you just like old times. You laugh at how things haven't changed - In school, your parents were so wealthy & you always had everything you wanted. My family was paupers. You mocked my clothes, car, and house. My old mum even used to have to clean your mansion to afford my lunch money - you would always take it from me (even though u are loaded) because you enjoyed knowing we were struggling and living in squalor. I was too embarrassed to tell my mum, so while she toiled away while you belittled her and bossed her around - she was working for nothing. You sneer and tell me this tradition will continue for the rest of my life. As my boss, you will make sure I have never made enough money to live. You boast about how much you make, showing off your jewelry & clothes, and make fun of my dirty thrift shop rags (like in school). You earn 30x my small salary. You sneeringly tell me all my wages will now go to you. If I fail to please you in any way, you will fire me & make sure I never work again.  You laugh and say that I'll be working 18 hour days, while you go out shopping & having expensive meals.  When I finally clock out, I'll have to repeat the footsteps of my po-or old mum and hobble to yours to wash your cars, buy your groceries, then come round and scrub your mansion toilet & floors while you lounge around laughing, being bratty and cruel- no rest or food for me - only work. You arrogantly show me the perfect arse of my rich high school bully and now my boss. You make me bow my head, and thank you humbly for the opportunity. You tell me to grovel and beg my bully. I plead for the minimum wage to afford rent, but you refuse with a cruel smile, saying you always wanted to see my po-or family and me on the streets like the paupers were. I will earn nothing. You and your rich friends will come down to the bridge I'm under to laugh at my poverty. While we're groveling in the dirt for scraps, you, dripping head to toe in expensive furs and jewels, will strut and arrogantly gloat, taking any loose change so that we have nothing. Now you're my boss. The bullying will go on forever until the end, sad, po-or, and alone. You enjoy my suffering and poverty, and you always get your way. You'll live in luxury forever. You make me bow my head, and thank you. How does it feel thanking your bully, loser? The head girl always wins."