In the drama room with Mag:
I didn't understand something that was said.
Maggie calls me retarded (or something like it).
I pick up her phone.
Me: I'm a retard with your phone.
Mag takes it from my hand.
Me:Damn.
I slide a black notebook off of stage.
Mag: That's not mine.
It was perfectly comedial.
(
I was a bad boy^ )