<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Radbrad4.jpg)</div>Brad frowned as Stefy started demanding information from him, only a second ago telling him to shut up, so as she started talking again, he did the only thing he knew she couldn't stand: he ignored her, all the while rolling his eyes at her temper. It was quite amusing, how someone like Brad felt like he could criticize someone else's temperament. Suddenly, the weird voice came out of the RA system's speaker, and he raised his hand to stop Steff from yammering. "Shut up." He said and looked at the speaker, "Can't you hear that?" he frowned like a blonde ape and walked slowly towards the speaker, narrowing his eyes. When the voice said that they were all being lab rats for some nerdy experiment, he snarled, "Like fuck we are!" He yelled at the speaker, looking around him across the classroom, noticing Nate discovering the microwaved food inside the teacher's cabinet. The jock blinked at that,<strong><em>Jesus! The fuck did they know??</em></strong>He thought as he observed the colorful packages.<br/><br/>Just then, as both Jess and Max tried to open the door, he rolled his blue eyes and quickly walked up to them. "Oh, for god sake, move over." He shoved Max unceremoniously out of his way, as the man walked to the corner of the room, and immediately tried the handle, violently shaking it. Looking back at Max he shook his head, "Jesus, not a single man in this room." He huffed and took a couple steps back. "Move out of the way-" he warned the girls who were standing next to the door- and then he charged at it, gaining speed with each step he made, finally turning sideways  right before the hit. Brad tackled the door with all his might, much like he saw those cool no-bullshit detectives do on the various crime series he got addicted to a few years back. The door wouldn't budge, and Brad let out a painful shout as he fell to the floor, sitting there for a moment with his head against the aluminum coated wood. Gasps of pain escaped his clenched teeth as he breathed heavily under the excruciating pain. "Fuck…fucking…FUCKERS! I'll fucking tear your ass up, you twisted little SHIT!" he called out.<br/><br/>And then he heard it again, but it wasn't so much as hearing it- more like expecting it. Yep, Bradley wasn't unfamiliar with this type of jokes, being on the offending side of them more than once during his long and respectful carrier as a school bully, so he knew what to expect from the asshole pulling this prank. One thing the one pulling the prank could never resist, was to stand close enough to see- or hear- the products of his sadistic plans as the victim fell into his trap. There was someone on the other side of that door, probably giggling like a horny little schoolgirl. "Ye… ye hear me now, you delusional little cockmuncher. Ye better hope this door NEVER opens, ye hear me? Cause when I get out of here…when…when I do…" he panted with pain, "I'm going to fuck ye up so good, two weeks from now they be still scraping ye from the ceiling! YOU HEAR ME?! HUH??? DO YOU?!<strong>YOU BE DEAD <em>NOW</em>, YE SICK WORTHLESS ASSHOLE SUCKING CUNT!</strong>" he screamed from the top of his lungs, an beasty growl added to his voice.