After conferring with your new homies, you decide that in order to strengthen the group, there have to be more like you. You, of course, don't understand what
they're talking about - you've always been Latino, right? You stroke your black goatee, and think, "Let's do this shit."
You and your gang hits the streets again - to do the same to another, as it was done to you. You're thirsting for some white ass now, can't wait to take your turn.
You walk past a group of prep school kids of varying descriptions. Knowing that you and your homies are intimidating, you ask them their names, engaging them in
conversation in your thickly accented English. They're quaking.
The first boy introduces himself - his name is Thomas, and he's an Irish kid. Very ruddy skin, a little overweight. He's got freckles all over his face, and a shock of
red curly hair. He is stammering when he speaks, and his glasses hide his light blue eyes.
The second boy introduces himself, Ryan. He's a cocky guy - you can tell he's a jock. He's tall, has highlighted brown hair and brown eyes, fair skin. He's built,
and you're definitely attracted to him. Even though he's a jock, there's something feminine.. pansy, about him.
The third and final boy introduces himself as Paul. He's a tall guy, too - but chunky. He's got a strong jawline, and a shock of white blond hair on his head. He's
incredibly pale - the whitest of them all. Must be Scandinavian, and you're thinking you wouldn't mind having yourself a Viking.
You and your homies are left with a choice -- take one of them, or move onto better territory?