The protesters are getting closer and louder.
PROTESTORS
Hell no, witches GO! Hell no, witches GO!
Eddie continues bopping to the beat of the protest chants like it's a rap song.
EDDIE
Eh! Eh! Eh!
He gets smacked in the face by a hamburger.
EDDIE
A-ano...?
(Subtitles: Death to all infidels!)
SETH
They're throwing food at us?!
CHRIS
AWWW YEAH!!!
He spins the scepter with martial arts skill as he approaches the protestors.
CHRIS
BACK IT UP! BACK IT UP!
More food gets flung around, nearly hitting the boys.
CHRIS
Seth, hurry up and do something! The Sweet blood of Jesus got 'em ready to jack us up!
SETH
Right!
SETH
(Turns to the other two boys)
Ok! Eddie, why don't you and Rich go with Diaz to talk to the media?
RICHARD
(Groans) WHAT? No! Please?
EDDIE
Jigoku Kesshite!
(Subtitles: Hell-to-the-NO!)
SETH
Don't Jiggy-jew kiss-whatever me, Eddie! You and Richard are charming; you can sell us to the media. And let's be honest, neither of you are that good at magic.
EDDIE
Charm? Baka! Did you not notice I'm black? If you put my face in the media to represent Absolution, they'll say the school got roaches, and we barbecue at lunch every day!
Chris laughs. Seth twists his lips, surprised by the comment.
EDDIE
If I'm the face of the school, no one rich will send their children here.
RICHARD
That's not true, Eddie! Most people are not that racist! And what's wrong with barbecue at school every day?
Whispers to himself, mystified by the concept.
RICHARD
That shit sounds turnt!