Sam Evans: the homeless, trouty-mouthed, Na’vi-speaking nerd who took two dates to junior prom.
Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. In some other state, hopefully with lots of hot nerds who will love your impressions and never make fun of your mouth, and a football team that will rejoice to have you as its quarterback, and a student body completely unable to detect your lemon juice highlights.
