Greg sighs, "No, not important. Likable, yeah. Overconfident, definitely. See, Malcolm Liddel he had- well, I don't remember what it was, but it was some kind of crazy-deadly power. Anyways, point is that one day, he decided to skimp on ammo. Said his powers could more than handle anything he ran into."
Gregory pauses to pour himself a glass of OJ
"Long story short? They couldn't. I dunno if they- his powers- crapped out or whatever, we didn't get a whole lot of the details. I remember, though, when they brought him back. Acid burns all over his lower body, real horrorshow stuff. He didn't come back to the school after that. Heard he has to poop through a bag now."
He chugs his juice quickly, like he's using it to accentuate his point.
"It's just- it's crazy, you know? They tell you all about this terrible danger, but it never, you know, sinks in until you see it. Just be careful, alright?"