"Oh, you know, nothing your sad little frontal lobe would be able to process. Jonny!" The smaller looking boy from before came over, "Um, yes?" "Where the vector is Greg!?" "Um, I... I don't know, he was over that way..." "Sigh, well, let's find him," he turned to Emma, "don't forget this dialouge NPC, if you should see Greg, command him to smash your skulls in and return to me immidietly, we're 'coding' the school tonight and I'll need all the help I can muster." He waved a a can of spray paint in front of her face, grinning devilishly.