"Er.. make him a cheerleader!"
"What? No! That's dumb. Make him a reciever!"
"We already have enough."
"Make him a stoner!"
"Because there aren't enough of those around." said Mark, in a highly sarcastic tone. "No. We're gonna make this nerd a dumbfuck."
"No more nerd brain!" bellowed one of the jocks.
The jocks cheered.
Mark looked at Simon. "Now Simon, what is 356 times 47?"
"16732." said Simon.
"Simon, you don't know that. You don't know anything about math. You know enough math to count and add. You can use numbers for
football. That's it. Now I'm going to ask the question again. OK?"
"Uh-huh." said Simon, still submissive. His brain was rewriting itself, deleting most of the math he ever knew.
"Simon, what is 356 times 47?"
"I don't know." said Simon.
"Good. Now Simon, define totalitarianism."
One of the jocks stifled a laugh that their captain knew such a word.
"Totalitarianism is a form of government in which the ruler is an absolute dictator." said Simon, robotically.
"Simon, you are disappointing me." said Mark. "You don't know many long words, in fact, your vocabulary is limited. You don't talk very
much, and when you do, there's a lot of swearing, and no long words. I'm gonna ask you again. Answer properly. What is
totalitarianism?"
"I dun' fuckin' know dat!" exclaimed Simon.
The jocks got a laugh, because it was still Simon's old voice speaking.
"Now, Simon, forget all your advanced schoolwork. All you like is football. It's your life. You eat, drink, and sweat it. Then you throw it up
and eat it some more. Science and History are useless for a football player like you. You're a big dumb jock."
"I'm a big, fuckin' dumb jock!" exclaimed Simon, happily.
"Well, not big yet..." muttered Mark.
He turned to the other jocks.
"What next?" he asked them.