 I'm not even good at this. Maybe you should do your own work. What was that? You gotta watch your mouth, faggot. Nelson looked frantically for some means of escape. He saw a device built for alerting people to a fire and activated it. An ear-piercing bell rang out. Shit, man. We should bail. We'll get you later, Cuermo. As the athletes scattered, Nelson breathed a sigh of relief. Billy popped his head out of the toilet stall. The hell's going on out here?