I agreed, and started off by throwing out their My Chemical Romance, 30 Seconds To Mars, and Donnie Darko posters, T-shirts and nail polish. I went to the local sports apparel store and bought them jerseys and flip-flops. Then I took them outside were we split split wood and told misogynistic jokes. I drank beer and told them to shape up and to stop being sissies, wusses and little girls. We belched, watched sports and jammed out to AC/DC. The Emo kids actually smiled. Success!
Unfortunately my former friends have refused to pay me. Apparently I butched their former Emo kids up too much. They now intimidate their parents and bully their classmates. You just can't please some people.