 The little poor boy who will work for any little thing. That's not true. Why did you say that for? He's been very nice to me. Yeah, you're his little workhorse. Poetry, what's gotten into you? You're sounding silly. You people just can't see through him. I can. I think you're talking out of anger, Poetry. Mr. Black caught you in an embarrassing situation, and now you're angry at him. Oh, you've got all the answers. Hey, Poetry, where are you going?