So, D.J. Kirkbride is at it again. Making images of me. Last time it was Flashdance. This time he decided on The Breakfast Club. Long story. Anyway. I decided to write some of the script of D.J.s version of the film. But first, his poster:

Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday without going to the bar for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re fucking crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a bastard, a bastard, a bastard, a ballerina and a bastard. Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the APK Club.
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APK: Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
Richard Vernon: You’re not fooling anyone APK. The next screw that falls out will be you.
APK: Go fuck a unicorn.
Richard Vernon: What was that?
APK: Go… Fuck… A… Unicorn.
Richard Vernon: You just bought yourself another drinkless Saturday.
APK: Ooh I’m crushed.
Richard Vernon: You just bought one more.
APK: Well I don’t wanna drink the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I’m going to have to check my calendar.
Richard Vernon: Good, cause it’s going to be filled. We’ll keep going. You want another one? Just say the word say it. Instead of going to the bar you’ll come here. Are you through?
APK: No.
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APK (2): You don’t have any good plot ideas.
APK (1): Oh but I do.
APK (2): Yeah?
APK (1): I wanna write just like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights.
APK (3): You wear tights? When you write?
APK (2): No I don’t wear tights. I write in the required uniform.
APK (3): Tights.
APK (2): Shut up.