Yui sat glued to her chair, her mind transfixed on a sorrow so horrific it surpassed the mere faults of writers whose plot holes plagued the movie sequels she so longed for in hell.
Yui's fail had condemned her to stay after class and finish assignments, since it was on a level so groundbreaking, even Final Fantasy XII's combat system couldn't hope to compare to it. She knew her fellow club members would be upset when she didn't show up; her greatest fear was that she would be thrust into an environment with RANDOM ENCOUNTERS that prevented her from reaching liberation from the trials of the hellish turn based combat of everyday life. But what was even more terrifying was the diminutive elf dancing on her sandwich, since he appeared to have been bludgeoned several times and had a look in his eyes that suggested he had been deprived of sleep.
Reaching into a black hole that lead to Ui's evil cunt, Yui pulled out her guitar, Giita, amidst the grass and processed to rock the fuck out. It was during this session of attempting to copy the genius of Iron Maiden's music that she realized there wasn't any teacher in the room, so she could just leave.
Just then, Azusa pulled a DYNAMIC ENTRY by crashing through the wall in her spaceship that wasn't actually a spaceship, but a car. Yui screamed like fuck, but no one cared, as I'm sure would be the case in a real-life accident. Azuza then stepped out of the carship, named "Mother."
"ZOMGZ, AZU-NYAN!! :O"
"Yui-sempai! :D Everyone's waiting for you, you cowfuck! D:"
"..."
"What?"
"... Yaranaika?"
-
Back at the clubroom, Tsumugi had gone home because she was hearing awful sound affects and horrible synthesized midi music. Mio and Ritsu had stayed behind to take part in a slapping contest.