Kwan Asianlastame was surprised by the football hitting his face, regretting that it wasn't Dash's dick making contact with his source of confidence. Like usual. After groggily rolling over, expecting that dweeb, Fenton, who swears he's not a ghost or Kwan's ex Valerie, who was so turned off by him that she either became a hot ghost themed prostitute by night or started hunting ghosts herself...nah, ghost-titute makes way more sense.

Being a z-list supporting character came way too easily to Kwan, without so much as an identity or characteristic, more complex than "Dash the jock's multicultural fellow bully friend", Kwan felt lost in life. He usually existed for the sole purpose of making Dash look cool, and like a 50s bully as much as possible, but now that he was banging Fenton's hot sister whose name sounds like Jizz, Jazz, Kwan was grateful to be saved from his thoughts way too interesting and complex for a one note supporting character by Mr. Lancer, the teacher who seems like he's eternally stuck in the time period he teaches about, hold up, what the fuck does Lancer even teach, anyhow, he's assigned English homework like once, but also taught math and history, I think but for some reason also visits video arcades where teenagers hang out.

When he reached out to lift up Kwan, Kwan winced a little, fearing that Lancer was gonna try some Trump/O'Reily shit, but he sighed in relief

"Hey there famski, I needed to get your attention somehow because as an out of touch adult, I assume all kids are always on their phones. I've got something you need to study back in my classroom Mr. Asianlastname." This was an odd request, even for a teacher who has a picture of himself in a dress on his desk at all times but he insisted it was his sister despite the identical facial hair, eww.

On the walk of shame back to Mr. Lancer's room, Kwan and Mr. Lancer passed at least 6 separate ghost attacks, which for Casper High, oh, I get it, like the friendly ghost, anyway for Casper High that's an unusually low number, and yet, regardless that dweeb Fenton's ghost hunting parents are here anyway despite this being a school and them openly carrying guns, but I digress.