The boy looks up at his teacher displaying a combination of arrogance and disinterest. Slouching down into his seat, head tilting downward, gaze fixed ahead. Relaxed shoulders sink down towards the desk’s level, with arms sprawled carelessly across the aforementioned desk. A wry smile spreads across his long face.

“Donnie Darko,” the teacher begins, Donnie’s gaze shifts onto the teacher’s face as she continues, “With your recent brush with mass destruction,” Donnie’s eyes sharpen and his brow furrows. “Would you mind telling us why they would burn the money?”