Good morning, Beavers. Let's give a big welcome to your class president candidates. May Lee and Tyler Nguyen Baker. Yeah, they're the president! Ready to get chance to bought in your dreams, Dorcas. Each candidate will now give a statement. May, take it away. Thank you, Principal Parsons. My fellow Beavers, we are on the precipice of change. As Gandhi once said... Hey, some of you might not know this, but may have been out with a wicked case of explosive diarrhea. That started when she ripped one so hard in math that they actually had to cancel class. That is a lot! Uh-oh. No more interrupts. I was home, dealing with a family emergency, Tyler. What were you busy doing? Fucking Kyle? Oh, nice. Oh, snap. Say, cool, man. Don't play into a sturdy little hand. News flash. Uh, Beavers is not flunking. You stuck up pretty goody news! Oh! Okay, everyone, time out. Who you calling a loser? Break space? Plotterall damage. Mirror. I'm okay. Go, May. Keep going.