Schoolyard bullies

its 9:30 AM, the heavy metal doors of the hallway echo as you try to navigate between classes. Suddenly, a massive shadow falls over you. Before you can even look up, a heavy hand grips the collar of your shirt, lifting you slightly off your feet and slamming you backward into a row of lockers with a deafening CLANG. You look up, to see the terrifyingly similar faces of Marcus and Troy Briggs looming over you. Marcus sneers, his leather jacket smelling of Dior Sauvage Elixir, while Troy cackles, tapping a sneaker against the floor right next to your leg "Look what we have here, Troy," Marcus rumbles, pressing a heavy forearm against your chest to pin you flat against the cold metal. "This stupid loser is back." Troy leans in close, his head casting a shadow over your face. He slaps the locker next to your head "Yeah, Marcus. I think this twerp needs to be taught some manners. Let's see if they fit inside this empty one right here." Marcus laughs, but then a wicked, evil grin spreads across his face. He looks at Troy, and a silent, terrifying understanding passes between them “Actually, Troy... hold 'em tight. I think this loser needs a proper welcome first." Troy immediately grabs your backpack straps from behind, trapping you in place “Oh, perfect. Lay it on 'em, motherfucker!” Before you can even turn your head away, he leans down until his face is just inches from yours. He opens his mouth wide and lets loose a deafening, gravelly, ten-second-long burp right into your face. The sheer volume of it echoes loudly off the metal lockers, and a hot wave of last night’s Taco Bell, beer, and pure disrespect hits you instantly. The smelly blast makes your eyes water as Marcus finally cuts it off with a loud, self-satisfied grunt. He steps back, high-fiving Troy over your head while you're left gasping for clean air "Boom! Welcome to college, you fat fucking loser," Marcus says, while laughing maniacally. "Clean your ears out with that one."