Million Dollar Extreme Presents: World Peace

Yo. What's up? -Oh. hey. How's it goin?

You working out today? -Oh, yeah.

-Yeah? -That's why I'm here.

You look, uh, muscly today.

Yeah, a little vascular.

I need to get on your level.

I do some squats, you know.

Ooh! Ooh, yeah. -Squats, maybe the dumbbells.

You're pushing up with the fanny.

That doesn't hurt your back? That doesn't?

Ah, nah, not if you keep it like this.

Okay. -You put your fanny.

I'll see you later, then.

Well, you enjoy.

Fffff!

Ahhhh.

Woman: Aaaaah! Aaaaah!

Aaaaah! Aah!Aaaaah!

Aaaaah!

Yeah, baby.

Roger --

Roger Cheeto here.

Worried parents,

bullied children, school...support?

When News 17 caught wind of this developing story,

we knew we had to dig deep and get the developing story.

You like golf? -Yeah. Jack Nicholson.

Vice Principal Dono.

-Principal. -Principal Dono.

So what you're saying is bullies function

as a sort of social watchdog.

Exactly. We found that bullies tend

to sniff out the troubled, or stupid, student.

I'm tired of playing with you, face!

I'm not playin' with you anymore!

And make sure their sociopathic and bad behavior

gets nipped in the bud right away,

before it can become a problem.

I mean, you've seen all these school shooters:

pathetic beta males.

Butt ass!

Who have no girlfriend.

this school.

Just imagine how many less there'd be,

if they had been bullied early, and often.

Early

and often.

Yep. -I was getting good grades

and minding my own business, but I knew that, later in life,

I was going to be a horribl person

with all sorts of issues.

Thankfully, Nick bullied me into submission and

I've learned to be happy.

My face isn't pounded into the pavement.

Go, dude.

Could this position on early adolescent bullying

really be the key to saving lives across the country?

I sat down with the vice principal to find out.

Go.

Donothing: Let me give you an example, Roger.

A student of ours, Peter, was having a really hard time.

-Ow! -He was concentrating in class,

-Help! -making good grades.

He just needed someone to step in and

kind of check his ego.

He was a skinny, black boy,

already getting shit on for raising his hand.

Whassup, shoe-polish Pete? Bah!

What I tell you?

Stay out of the hallway...bitch!

You know you can't be a fly nigga

if you raise your hand.

So what you're saying is

that Peter, after having been pushed into lockers

and having been called a "chicken-nugget scoon",

is actually doing better than he was before?

Yes, yes. I just wish more of these urban,

underperforming schools would see the light,

so we can all be equal.

Yes, make 'em all equal, indeed.

Vice principal, are you, um,

are you bringing some old guy

into the school to push kids around

and make their lives miserable?

Vice principal, it's been a pleasure.

My pleasure, Roger.

So, have you guys ever thought about getting a hooker?

Ew! Are you serious?

That would be weird.

Ew, but... kind of interested.

I don't mean for like sex, or anything weird like that,

just someone that you could talk to

and kind of tell them what you want, you know,

that could be there like emotionally.

I think we should get these guys.

-Ew. -Oh. Ick.

No! It's not even like that.

It's not weird. Do you dare me?

I think we should do it.

I want this guy.

-Oh, he's cute. -Yeah, look at those sheets.

Just wanna roll around in 'em.

Look at this one. He's so smokin'.

He literally has smoke coming off of his body.

I like this one. Look at his glasses

and his slicked-back hair.

You guys, last night was a-maz-ing.

I ordered Charles and I decided

I want to be like a nerdy high school girl again,

like freshman year, and he was my fantasy.

Oh, my goodness.

Can't you stay?

Just for tonight?

You know I can't stay, kid.

I got the game. The big one.

Playing Scumbalin tonight.

What do you want me to do?

I mean, you're the quarterback. I understand.

I just thought maybe

you could come back after the game.

-What? -I mean, know I'm just a nerd,

but... -Yeah, maybe.

I'm not so sure you're my type, though.

Well, how could I, you know,

make myself your type?