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Trey says in the confessional, "I really hate my team... I'm not even trying to be mean, they just hate me... Can't they learn that I'm a changed person? Sigh..."

"Hey, Santa, what is up? Have you seen my peanuts anywhere?" inquires Arthur.

"Trey, when was the last time you showered? You smell like liver," says Kavren.

"Yo, Trey, I's gots t' give ya props fo' wearin' no pants, G. Only a true swag-meister woul' do dat, yo," says Devin happily.

"Trey, don't you wish you were bad, like me?" asks a shirtless Nic, who is lifting weights.

"TREY, SUCK MY @#$%!" says Ori loudly.

"You don't have to use capital letters and bad words to make your point," says Helga. She then drops her book and yells something rude.

"Ugh, guys, shut up, I'm trying to get my beauty sleep!" whines Elena from under the covers.

"Elena, whining doesn't make you popular, it makes you look like a desperate loser," says Chelsey. "And the orangeness doesn't help either."

Arthur makes a face. "Very well, since our efforts to annoy Trey are fruitless, we must resort to Plan B. The rubber bands," he whispers to Kavren.

Kavren digs into his backpack and pulls out a gigantic jar with hundreds of rubber bands. "These?" he asks.

Arthur nods, reaches into the jar and pulls out a handful, then flings them at Trey's head. They easily get stuck in his dreadlocks.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" yells Trey, hopping around like an idiot and trying to pull them out of his hair.

Elena says in the confessional, "All right, so I do hate Trey and whatever, and he's an annoying little jerk, but don't you think they're being a little bit too harsh?"