"Life is so unfair," up on the hilltop called "hilltop" with a scenic view called "scenic view" James was tiring of Elliot's whining denial. It was always so unpleasant to see Elliot, that insignificant mouse. He always bitched about his lack of attention from girls and never figured out the gift sitting right in front of him.
"I am so sick of this unfair, I must insist on calling it unfair" For decades James held a secret from Elliot. Now that Elliot was approaching a breaking point, as his desperation he called the desperation built Elliot just do something rash and James knew events probably wouldn't break his way if he kept on waiting. For all James knew Elliot could do something rash like put aside his fixation with tall attractive blondes and give his virginity to a black girl.
"James how can you not care about this unfair. We are kissless virgins I call kissless virgins." Finally James had an opening to play his gambit so long in the making.
"Elliot, you do have the attention of a girl."
"James, I am too invisible and insignificant. This girl must be black, mexican, asian, or fat. Only tall blonde and attractive girls are worthy of my noble descent. This is the unfair of my kissless virgin James."
"Elliot, I AM a tall blonde attractive girl. You have my attention and after tonight neither of us will be kissless virgins." Elliot's eyes went blank like a goat's as his broken brain tried to process this declaration of James' he had already labelled declaration. Elliot's void of hopelessness from which he produced numerous utterances to James' silent annoyance had been silenced.
For most of his life James had loved and lusted after Elliot Rodgers. This love went unrequited as Elliot fixated on women, much to James' perpetual disappointment. However eventually when their schooling diverged James began crafting his plan to finally make small, weak Elliot his personal fucktoy. While Elliot's academic career kicked him down to remedial schooling so the schools could say they schooled Elliot, James academic career took him to advanced studies in cultural Marxism. All of James' classes, even ones with titles like "Practical and Theoritical Estoppels: Gustatory, Promisatory, and Predatory" eventually devolved into either gender studies or gender wars. Seeing the way the cattle in his class readily took to this programming, and knowing how utterly and thoroughly broken Elliot's thinking was James had to go all in if he was going to get to put it in.
"Elliot for as long as I have know you I have been a tall hot blonde woman, but you have been blind to this."
Elliot nodded. "James what does a vagina look like."
"It looks exactly like a cock, except bigger"
"and James what is under a vagina"
There was no change in Elliot's facial expression as he accepted this, though his anger was lifted.