Look at them. Sniveling weaklings, the lot of them. They take advantage of their money, their looks, their brains, their cliques, but do they really deserve any of that power? What did they do to earn it? When have they ever suffered for what they have?
The free ride ends now. What you can’t snatch away for yourself, you’ll make so foul that nobody would want it anyway. They all wither under your acid tongue. Your tactics may not win you any friends, but given the choice, you’ll always pick fear over love.