where the natural order of a school is put on display.

For it is here that everything has its place.

At the head table are the kings of the lunch room --

the football players.

They've already gotten more blowjobs than we'll ever get.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

The cheerleaders are next.

Upon graduation, they will shed their pom-poms

and emerge as dental hygienists.

Next, it's the drama kids.

Snot: Ugh, so gross that they're always touching each other.

Then the Goth kids, guys with no personality

who always wear basketball shorts,

the robots pretending to be kids.

Then it's the dweebs, the nerds, the dorks,

Bolivian kids, and, finally, we arrive at our table.

[ Gasps ] -Hey, that's not us!

Excuse me, gentlemen, this is our table.

Oh, really? And what group are you guys?

We are...

Uh...

Uh...

That's what I thought. From now on,

this table belongs to the left-handed kids.

We don't have a thing.

We don't have a table!

We...

[ Splat! ]

N-o-o-o-o-o-o!