convince an armadillo he's no better than I am.

There’s this one armadillo who’s in my English class, and he thinks he’s the shit. He’s always got the most pretentious things to say about any given book or poem, and doles out withering looks at anyone who says anything he thinks is vaguely stupid. Just last class I compared the play-within-a-play scene in HAMLET to part with Tweedledee and Tweedledum in THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS, and received the the deadliest dagger-eyes and the worst-concealed smirk I’d ever received from him (and I’ve received A LOT of those). I’m just like, DUDE! You’re a fucking ARMADILLO! You’re not any greater than me, or anyone else in here! For chrissakes, get over yourself! It’s getting really personal all of a sudden.
That armadillo had better watch his back.