<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Radbrad3.jpg)</div>As Brad was about to lay the first punch, the little worm decided to speak and beg for mercy, which actually cheered Brad up a bit, it was pretty amusing how after all this time Dyllan still hasn't learned that begging only makes it worse. "You lying piece of shit! I know it was you! Where is that little boyfriend of yours? Did he leave you here alone to get beat up by yourself? Aww." He narrowed his eyes, pulling his fist back for a more powerful momentum…  when suddenly that guy, Paul, entered the room. "Eh? What are you doing here?" he turned to look at him, still holding Dyllan about two feet off the floor, "Did that little weasel tried the same fucking joke on you too? DID YE?!" he gave Dyllan a violent shake, while his blue eyes looked around, trying to find a suitable tool for the boy's torture. "Just you wait, Linda, I'll beat the fear of god into ye-"<br/><br/>At that, that annoying food girl came in and started shouting at him, he blinked at Red, "How many of you are out there? Never you mind, pipe down or I'll have you spanked, Martha." His nostrils grew as he turned his furious gaze back to Dyllan, "That flamboyant little shit ruined my fucking iPhone! –Oh, hey, Raye, nah, don't worry, I've got this -" he blinked at the now crowded room… a bit of a larger crowd than he's used to, and not a fond one at all. "What are you all doing here, anyway? Is there some loser convention coming to town, one of your freaky out-of-Halloween dress-up nerd-fest?" Perhaps he lost his momentum, maybe he wasn't comfortable with so many witnesses in the room or maybe his hand just got tired. Whatever the reason was, Brad tossed Dyllan to the floor, wiping his hands on his light blue jeans. He was disappointed, of course, he's been planning Dyllan's goodbye present for quite a while now, and it seemed like scrawny little fucker was about to get away with it.<br/><br/>"Talk, asshole, what's the big plan?" He asked as he loosened his red and white letterman jacket from around his waists, wearing it once again, "Why did you and your league of losers invite all of us here? Do you think you could take us on? Is it one of those 'revenge of the nerds' fantasy games?" He scoffed, turning to look at Max, and then at Red and Nate, "Bring it, Baby." He wished he had his sunglasses for a better dramatic effect, but Stefy had those, she was supposed to return them today.