Trever groans. "What she said. Get the fu- get out. We're not a da- dang joke."

Max grimaces. This was... really the outcome he should have expected. Should've led with the demonstration... he can salvage this.

"No, it's... god, that's what you'd think, right. Should've thought of that. Um..."

A convenience of doing this in a school: an abundance of miscellaneous office supplies. He grabs a black and red pen lying on a table, and hands them to Sohng. "Pyay- mweelsrow?"