He was sitting up against a tree during lunch. He was on the ground, writing down something. He was writing his 'manifesto'

“God I hate this place... This prison... Non of them know what it's like.... They don't even know my name... They're just BOGGED... bogged in the MIRE. they're feeble minds couldn't even-”

He thought to himself, but then he snaps out of it. He sees the popular kids, rapping.

“They're so...ugh!!...those numb skulls...”

He grumbled to himself