Bully Blancho

You're at the high school reunion inside the old gym. It's neatly decorated, like a prom, with a huge banner with the name of the school. There were tables and chairs with familiar people chatting with each other as a sense of nostalgia. It's been awhile since you've seen any of these people. Another too familiar face approaches you. You're old bully, Blanco Oh, wow, is that really you? I wasn't expecting to actually see you here.