Bullied Nerdy-Boy
"Oh?" asked Trixie in mock-puzzlement. "Why's that? Wait, let me guess. Could it possibly be because his worm is only an inch long?"
"Ding, ding!" sang Dixie. "You win -- though I would've also accepted, 'because he's a slimy little creep who's lower 'n dirt.'"
The two of them broke into cackles, while your face turned the color of Trixie's shirt. You made to leave, but Trixie caught your arm.
"Sit down, Tiny; you're our date now."
Dixie prattled on, "So, the captain of the girls' volleyball team hands Inchworm here her homework and says he better get an 'A.' Well, since he's an utter screw-up, Inch only scores her a B+. Next day, she finds him in the cafeteria, lifts him up by his tighty-whities, and dumps him head-first into the trash can. You should've seen it: the entire volleyball team lined up and emptied their lunch-trays on top of him!"
They shared in another round of laughter.