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Sue Sylvester. Award winning cheerleading coach. The patron saint of monologues. And now, a caregiver for a group of cannibalistic teenage girls.
“You, Four Eyes, over here,” Sue clicks her fingers, whistling to Misty, as if she were a dog. She may as well be, Sue thinks, as Misty bounds over, endless energy despite the gruesome circumstances.
“Yes, Coach Sylvester?,” Misty asks, eager to please. Always so eager to please, waiting for a gold star or a wilderness badge. It sickens Sue. She wonders what type of validation Quigley didn’t receive as a child in order for her to be this compliant.
“I need you to help Shauna dislodge the stick up her ass. She doesn’t notice it, but it causes me enough pain to want to stick my finger down my throat like a bulimic, in the hopes it would purge the calories of her righteousness.”
Misty blinks, as if she hadn’t quite heard what Sue said. She chuckles nervously, eyes darting around in the hope of an escape, which is entirely futile.
“You heard me, Urkel, go outside to the great outdoors and tell that rug muncher that I am greatly displeased with her bisexual yearning for her frozen TV dinner girlfriend,” Sue tells her, rolling her eyes angrily.
“Oh, Shauna and Jackie weren’t together,” Misty supplies, eyes bright, as if that was in any way helpful.
“Not important, Chicken Little, go out there and tell her the sky is falling.”
Misty tilts her head, confused. “I don’t know who that is,”
“Really?,’ Sue asks., mockingly thoughtful. “I thought you were distantly related, with your four eyes and inferiority complexes,”
Misty chooses to back away slowly, as if she were cornered by a lion in a cage.
“Smart girl,” Sue comments, already planning her next verbal assault.