Wilford had a number of antagonists in his life, each of them in their own ways uniquely awful. They spoke to the commonality of the problem here at the school - athletic privilege run amok and let wage itself as a cure for all the athletes' problems. The way was always slicked for the athletes here on the football, basketball and baseball teams. Everyone else? You best fend for yourself - especially if the one who struck or victimized you was a member of the ruling "jock" class.
Well, Wilford thought to himself as he prepared his revenge, no more.
He was truly uncommon among men. His scientific genius let him associate any number of effects with all these various vials and stoppers in front of him. He thought back to the worst offenders;
Gene pushing him and delighting in making the impression of the handle in his side, resulting in soreness for hours - while Gene had been chastised but then told "eh boys will be boys" and then let back out to continue brutalizing and doing as he wilt.
Andrew, standout in his cruelty, leader of the football team in the field and headmaster of their regime in the school halls. Proud of his masculine form and strength, Andrew was nothing if not a meanspirited bully prone to pranks and "jokes" that left people crying and wailing.
David seemed the nicest, but seemed was all it was - he was their rumour monger, and everything embarrassing David learned, eventually made its way out to the other jocks. Who had ways of making things physical when David needed to seem more like the paragon in their midst. A gosh, shucks, what can I do and then he's on his way with a smile.