Vincenzo was done with student council. Oh yes. Last time was just a social experiment, and it got him the results he wanted. Data gathered, hypothesis formed, experiment concluded. The scientific method was always tried and tested to be true. Vincenzo didn't even care about elections anymore, and neglected his entire reign of Vice President in search of more interesting pursuits, perhaps to the good fortune of SA's student body.
That didn't mean he was going to stop helping Milo! Milo, of course, liked shitty things like "philanthropy" and "baby animals" and "student council." Vincenzo could personally go without any of those and live a happy life, but if Milo was happy, Vincenzo was happy. Of course, nobody was going to take Milo's happiness away from him, especially not snooty pretty boys. Vincenzo sneaked under a stage, a toolbox in hand, and started building traps underneath the podiums that aren't Milo's. With a press of a button, the trap door would activate, and the candidates would fall into a meat grinder and die. The meat grinder was a work-in-progress. He'll get to that later.
As he was loosening the bolts of the floor, Vincenzo heard a vague squeak squeak in the distance. Oh no. Oh no. Vincenzo paled, lowering his screwdriver. Damn those rats! They weren't going to fool him again! Vincenzo dropped his screwdriver and chased the rat, hoping to trap it somewhere before it could even tell on him to Milo. Just when he thought they were getting along, he had to be betrayed like this. This was why he hated animals, goddamn it!
That didn't mean he was going to stop helping Milo! Milo, of course, liked shitty things like "philanthropy" and "baby animals" and "student council." Vincenzo could personally go without any of those and live a happy life, but if Milo was happy, Vincenzo was happy. Of course, nobody was going to take Milo's happiness away from him, especially not snooty pretty boys. Vincenzo sneaked under a stage, a toolbox in hand, and started building traps underneath the podiums that aren't Milo's. With a press of a button, the trap door would activate, and the candidates would fall into a meat grinder and die. The meat grinder was a work-in-progress. He'll get to that later.
As he was loosening the bolts of the floor, Vincenzo heard a vague squeak squeak in the distance. Oh no. Oh no. Vincenzo paled, lowering his screwdriver. Damn those rats! They weren't going to fool him again! Vincenzo dropped his screwdriver and chased the rat, hoping to trap it somewhere before it could even tell on him to Milo. Just when he thought they were getting along, he had to be betrayed like this. This was why he hated animals, goddamn it!