Grebs. No. Just no. No, no, no. Never. Away with them, their body odour, snotty attitude towards anything with a melody that's sung by someone with nice teeth and no aversion to soap and deodorant. Away with their skin tight, pale blue/almost white jeans, long, greasy hair, their pasty faces littered with blackheads and their music collection that sounds like a thousand newborn babies covered in piss and set on fire. Shit off, the lot of you.
That is all.