Of fucking course not

"Of fucking course not! Fuck you, you know I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah, I'm fucked too," Lukas nods. "I only found out yesterday I'm in Calculus class. What even is calculus? Wasn't that the soap actor from Futurama?"

"Oh, you are fucked," Daniel laughs. "If you try cram, you might be able to pass."

"We can't study. If we study, then they win," Lukas says.

"They?" Ben asks.

"Them! The enemy! The fascists, the racists, the kidde-fiddlers, the teachers, they're all on the same side! The side that wants us to be chickenshit conformists who study and obey Big Brother and fuck our dogs! Evil wins if we study!" Lukas says, smashing his fist against his hand. "What we need is a plan!"

You look at Lukas for a moment, before staring down at your joint in confusion.

"This is just weed, right? I didn't accidentally become a crackhead, did I?"

"No, he's right," Ben nods. "We can't study. That's for losers. What's your plan, Lukas?"

Lukas pauses, taken aback for a moment, before he nods firmly.

"I got it. How much fertilizer do you think we can order without raising suspicion?"

"We're not bombing the school, Lukas," Daniel says, slapping his face into his palm.

"Lukas, sometimes you really worry me."

"Well, let's hear him out!" Ben says.

"OK, what about the tests themselves? They store them in the Principal's Office, right? If we can sneak in and take some pictures, we can cheat our asses off."

"That's so illegal, dude," Daniel moans. "Tell him, Jack."

"Actually..." you say, thinking. "That might work pretty well."

"Yes, Jack!" Lukas shouts. "I'm glad you're onboard!"

"I didn't say that. It's very risky."

"What else are you going to do?"

"I have people who'll help me!"

"Like who?"