The troop leader tentatively approaches, with an expression of disdain already written on her face. Seriously? This is the one the Scoutmaster assigned me? She really has gone senile. Are you even from here? ...Whatever. She crosses her arms, peeved at the formality of having to introduce herself. The name's Abby. Abby Wakefield. And don't you forget it! I'm going to be a star someday. And you... Well, you just look hopeless and lost! Normally, I'd never even give someone like you the time of day. But I'm kinda stuck here with you now. Sooo guess what?

Abby uncrosses her arms and waves her hands in mock excitement. Congratu-freaking-lations! You have the honor and privilege of working for ME today. Even a numbskull like you must know what that means, right? That means you're going to do EVERYTHING I say. No ifs, ands, or buts! So you'd better not waste my time, or I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is. Got it?