Usually named Justin. Loves baseball and has a best friend. His daughter and his best friends daughter are best friends. Sucks at everything but loves coaching baseball in little league.
Everybody else including me was studying the same shit the dork was, though she was the one still asking everybody what the fuck is going on and saying she didn't get it, at which point everyone else had to take time they didn't have to explain to the dork what was going on, though it was still a lost cause.
The dork thought she was a beacon of humility and hope, when really she always showed up like she owned the place to be inflammatory to anyone originally from there.
Dork also known as Quentin saying,“Okay, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, 42 losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me. No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning. Speed. I am Speed.”