Kyle stormed out of PC Principal's office in a huff, and soon began to hear the whispers float around him; did he run Hollywood? Was he to blame for the state of the film industry? Could he get their scripts pitched?

He ducked into the bathroom to try and escape, maybe splash some water on his face... but then he saw you washing your hands, and his temper flared.

"Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ! Rando, you better not say what I think you're gonna say!" he snapped, jabbing a finger your way.