Daria looked out the window as she watched the fashion club slowly walk up the road towards her house. As she watched, the years of teasing and condescending looks all came back to her. But today, they would learn respect, learn manners.<BR>
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As the Fashion Club turned the corner and headed up to Quinn’s house, Daria sighed, reaching down for her weapon. Sighting down the barrel, she took careful aim at the unsuspecting Quinn.<BR>
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Pulling the trigger, there was a satisfying thwack as Quinn was struck, her chest covered in red as she fell backwards in surprise. As the rest of the Fashion Club gathered around her in shock, Quinn raises her head to utter a single, angry phrase:<BR>
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“Hey Daria, those paintball thingies HURT!”