Les Bonnes Choses

So imagine it's the morning of the first Tuesday after Labour Day, and you find yourself in your new third grade class room following a long summer spent at basketball camp. There's a few other boys in the class that play basketball too, many of which were at that camp, so you guys are tight. In fact, there's enough of you to play a little 4-on-4 action at recess. During the first recess, you ignore the group of 5 or so European dorks wearing soccer jerseys. They can only twiddle their thumbs because, really, 5 is a useless number for soccer. There are 3 rocker kids who just sort of hang out and act all cool, but it's grade 3, so they're mostly harmless. And finally, there's that new kid to the school from out-of-province. He speaks with an accent, so nobody talks to him. He doesn't much want to be there anyways. I can't imagine why, because the student to teacher ratio in this class is unrealistically low, but anyways...

When the lunch bell rings, the kids pull out their lunchboxes and the teacher is unexpectedly called to the office. Chaos ensues. The guy with the best layup looks over at the soccer players and notices one of them with yet another alternative to good old peanut butter.
"What's that? Pudding sandwich? Nice sandwich, loser."
"It's Nutella, and who are you calling a loser, loser?"
"Don't they speak English in Europeland where you're from? I'm talking to you. You guys bring in the most retarded lunches. Do you have real food, or are all your dads unemployed or something?"
"Hey, dork, my dad lost his job. I have a baloney sandwich. How about I stuff it down your face," says the biggest of the rocker kids, pausing from drawing a tattoo in pen on his forearm.
"Whatever, you and what army?"
"I'll 'elp just to shut you up (tabernack!)," says the new kid, more convinced than ever that he wants to transfer schools again.
"Yeah, so will we," reply the rest of the soccer players, finishing their lunches.
"See you outside," one of the kids calls back, leaving the basketball players alone in the room.
The teacher returns.
"Miss,can we stay in this recess and clean the chalkboards?"

I believe the moral of the story is clear: do a head count before you run your mouth off. And also, no matter what you do, they will see you after school.