The teacher, Ms. Ginger walks into class and starts taking attention when she gets to Blade Knife.
Ms. Ginger: Blade…Blade…BLADE!
Blade: What?
Ms. G: Are you paying attention?
Blade: Yes
Ms. G: Then what have we been doing?
Blade: Attendance.
Ms. G: Good now pay attention. Ok, now class…
Ring, ring, ring
Kenny, Kyle, and Stan meet Blade in the hall on their way to class.
Stan: Hey Blade, have you met Kyle.
Stan said while pointing to Kyle.
Blade: I have now. Nice to meet you Kyle.
Kyle: Nice to meet you too.
Stan: Hey Kenny…Kenny…Kenny.
Kenny: What?
Kyle: Who were you looking at.
Kenny: No… No one.
Kyle: Who?
Kenny: No one!
Blade: That blonde girl over there.
Stan: Kenny, Bebe?
Kenny: Yeah.
Stan: I didn't know you liked her anymore.
Kenny: I do.
Stan: K, We better get to lunch.
Stan, Kenny, Kyle, and Blade walk to lunch.
They sit down at a table and Wendy and Bebe join them.
Wendy; Hey guys.
Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Blade: Sup.
Bebe: Who are you?
Bebe says pointing at Blade.
Blade: I'm Blade Knife, I just got here from being tortured in Iraq for 3 years.
Bebe: Your joking right.
Blade: Look at my scars. Does it seem like I'm joking?
Bebe: No.
Wendy: Hey Blade.
Blade: Hi Wendy.
Wendy: You seem familiar do I know you?
Blade: What's your last name?
Wendy: Testaburger.
Blade: By any chance 3 years ago did you have a bodygaurd.
Wendy: Yeah for the rape… I mean small incident that my parents said I needed help for. Wait. Was that you?
Blade: Most likely, yes.
Stan: Wait, wait, wait. What incident?
Wendy: um…um…um…
Blade: It was nothing.
Stan: But…
Blade: NOTHING.
Wendy mouths thank you.
Alarm sounds and two men with black masks on and two M-16's in their hands walk in.
Criminal 1: Everyone get on the ground we're looking for Blade Knife.
Blade: I'm right here.
Criminal 1: Get him. The second criminal runs at Blade, but Blade flips him over his shoulder and stabs him in the chest with one of his Blades and pulls it out and puts it away. Before the 1st criminal knows what happened Blade has the M-16 pointed at him.
Blade: Drop the gun and run and tell who ever you work for that I'm back and in business.
The criminal obeys and leaves. Blade walks over picks up the other M-16 and leaves. Blade returns shortly without the guns. Every one staring at him in awe. Blade sits down.
Stan and Kenny: That was AWSOME.
Blade: Thanks.
Stan: Who were they?
Blade: Hell if I know.
Kenny: What did you mean by back and in business.
Blade: I'm a leader of a gang.
Stan: Realy, Which one?
Blade: Death Dealers. Smallest in number, largest in strength.
Kenny: Cool can I join?
Stan: Yeah me too?
Wendy: No It's too dangerous Stan.
Stan: Wendy so what. Why do you care anyways it's not like were dating.
Wendy; It's just dangerous.
Blade: Don't worry I'll make sure he's safe.
Stan: Yeah I'm in
Blade: I'll have to teach you some moves. But I don't see why not. Understand that you would be in constant danger. Also, you have to buy black boots, black jeans, a black shirt, black sunglasses, and a black trench coat.
Kenny: Sweet. But whats with the balck clothes.
Blade: It's our uniform I guess.
Stan: Cool.
Ring ring ring
Kenny: Got to get to PE
Bebe: Me too.
Stan: Math
Kyle: Advanced Math
Wendy: Advanced Chem.
Blade: What the hell is Advanced Algebra?
Kyle: Woa that's higher than advanced Math.
Blade: Oh that sucks. Well see you later.
Kenny: Blade, Stan lets meet after school.
Stan: Can't meet at my house. My parents are getting it fumigated.
Kenny: Can't meet at mine. Parents too drunk.
Blade: you can meet at my house it's 666 Bloodkill road.
Stan: That's an evil adress.
Blade: yeah.
Kenny: Isn't that that mansion?
Blade: Yep.
Kenny: How could you aford that?
Blade: I have at the moment $16,946,326,692,
Kenny: Are you serious?
Blade: Yep. Hey guys Anna here something cool?
Stan: What?
Blade: I've killed 932,456 people. 364,129 by hand.
Stan; Whoa.
Principal: GET TO CLASS.
Blade: See you at 4:00 good.
Kenny and Stan: Yeah see ya at 4:00.
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