I hate snotty little mama's boys like you. I am not your doormat and you will not attempt to treat me as such. If you want the evidence I will be providing, you will work with me and you will not attempt to slime your way into getting it later.
You will not steal cases, you ignorant, lazy little shit and you will not give me crap. You will stop talking on your phone when you're working with me, you will be supportive to the newbies as the veteran, and when you inevitably check out (because you have all the work ethic of a sloth), you will not distract the people who are working with me. When you continue to suck and loose every round because you won't work, you will not bitch to my boss. Or rather, you can, but don't expect sympathy. She knows you're a lazy, slimy little ass wipe and she knows I can teach. She also knows you don't like me because I demand work from my students.
If I tell you to shut your ever-yakking mouth because we're trying to work, either you will do so or you'll leave. Got it?
You have the nerve to mock and condescend the newbies. You know what the difference between you and the newbies? You have seven consecutive tournaments that you lost. And you have the gall to condescend a FRESHMAN for his very first case. Even with TWENTY ONE LOST ROUNDS, you have some idea of how things are run and as a veteran, you are OBLIGED to be helpful and supportive. You chose to pick on him. If you ever, ever mock or otherwise insult him in my presence, I will take a chunk out of you so fast you won't know what hit you until the tears start falling.
Oh yes, and the case theft? If I ever catch you walking out of a practice with copies of another team's case again, there will be hell to pay. I will go on an evidence lock down and I will see to it that you're excluded from all my practices until the next topic. I take this shit seriously and it will not happen on my team.
You have all these aspirations that you're never going to achieve. You want to be a bio-med student but get angry when people make you work. You talk big but don't fill your clown shoes. I've heard your speaking style is atrocious and you have already displayed an appalling level of ignorance for a veteran debater. But you won't work on your style and you won't educate yourself. You'll be juuuust fine the way you are.
There's something about smug, self satisfied people like you that just makes me itch to with the urge to crush you. I want to grind the shell of your glass ego into a soft, fine powder, and scatter it at the local landfill. I want to knock you off your high horse so you shatter.
On the other hand, you hate me because I won't worship you for you lack luster talents, I won't let you slack off and yammer, and because I won't cater to your delicate little ego. And that's hilarious. You can kiss my ass if you don't like it and hope your team mates are more merciful than I am.
Or Kill Me
Hmmm...
Needs either more hate, or more sermon. I mean, if it's gonna end with an "Or Kill Me".
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If he gives me shit, he's going to regret it. All the seniors were kids I trained before I left and they hate him, too. We shall collude.
And I was all set to try to like him when I got there this afternoon for practice, too. I had heard what a little shitface he is and had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.