Jason: Perv 'stache, four-eyes, bee monster. Whoa, is that you?
Michael: Technically, yes. That's a version of me I no longer recognize. Behind that handsome smile was so much cruelty, so much pain inflicted on so many, with such glee. Shameful. What echoes of this former self await me here?
Jason: I feel you. It was always for me hard to go back to my old high school. So many memories. Also the junkyard machine crushed it into tiny cubes.
Michael: If we get out of here alive, remind me to re-erase your teen years.