"[i]These losers[/i]" he says," Kicking his feet up on his desk and leaning back in the special desk, Dallas looked over at Jay. Dallas was leaning back, his head resting on his arms, as he looked the kid over, "What is your power? To be stupid? No snotnosed kid like you could even comprehend this Club's goal. Not only did you start a fight with a senior member, and fail, but you obviously don't know anything about everything. No way a brat like you could manage ruling over anything but a watered down anthill, idiot," Dallas was quick to comment on Jay's whining. Dallas felt the brat should feel insulted. He was a joke. There was no way someone like this kid should even be here. He was probably lost just like the other girl. 

"I hope I'm not the guy that will have to help such a pathetic mess like you how to act in this club. Especially if you are really brave enough to insult half of your teammates without any care. You are just a large pile of expendable fodder, if I do say so myself," Dallas continued on, just as usual. He was always the sort of guy that was quick to insult and hard to impress. Hopefully Jay wasn't the sensitive sort, else having someone like Dallas around would be a constant pile of hurtfeelings. 

"Ey Flint, what's with these lamewads?" Dallas would ask, shifting to an almost appropriate sitting position, leaning his face in his palm and his elbow on his desk, "Who's recruiting weak ass pansies?"