Brockhall High

[Perifaen]

*Skips after Tam, excited to start her first class at Brockhall High.*

[Hickory]

Hmph. Give me something interesting to do....

[Tam and Martin]

* Professor Groddil grinds his teeth.

"You're on very thin ice, young man. Tread...very...carefully. NOW GET TO CLASS!"

Okay, like whatever!

*Skips after Tam, excited to start her first class at Brockhall High.*

Huh, like, why are you following me? Like, there's nothin cool about like (notices she's a girl) Oh, nevermind. You can follow me.

[Hickory]

*stares* ....

Adolescent. Hmph.

[Lord Daskar]

* Lord Daskar enter Groddil's office.

I thought I'd bring you a little present because of your promotion, Professor.

* Lord Daskar gives Groddil a Gold Tasmanian Devil.

[Groddil]

"Ah, thank you Dilu. I can always count on you not to be a pain in the behind. You may go to class now, just follow the others. Wait a minute...Is this thing alive?"

[Hickory]

Sir, I never got a new assignment.

[Ashleg]

* Ashleg barges into class sipping hot cocoa

* Ashleg points at Groddil

Heeeey, Professor guy! I'm late again, just thought I'd let ya know, man!

* Ashleg sits down in the back of the class and begins making paper airplanes

[Groddil]

"Sagetip, you haven't gotten assignments because the term has just begun. We don't throw you straight into exams, you know."

* Professor Groddil raises an eyebrow at Ashleg.

"And what's your excuse this time, Ashleg? Whales blockaded the road so you had to wait for them to be cleared off? Aliens from Mars came to your house and stole your jigsaw puzzles so you had to go on a long, perilous quest to get them back?"

[Jetthebinturong]

Do you offer classes in teleport-murder?

[Ashleg]

* Ashleg sips got coca

Well...
Er...
Yes??

Anyway, Teach, if you've got a problem with my excuses you can just siddown. I'm too cool for this anyway.

[Groddil]

"What was that Jet? Hmm, I guess we can open up a slot for it, nobody ever chooses to take Life Skills anyway."

* Professor Groddil raises an eyebrow at Ashleg.

"Did you just insult me? Sorry, Ashleg, but I'm not just a teacher anymore. Go on, tell me why you were late..."

[Ashleg]

I don't need to.
You're not a teacher.

UMAD?

[Groddil]

"Actually, Ashleg, I'm your new principal. I suggest you fix your attitude."

[Ashleg]

I considered your suggestion but decided it was a bad one.
Ohhhhh!