(Some things, people will find offensive or downright dirty. But people, come on, this is all for fun!)

"Now, being a handsome huntsman in training, I slayed 36 beowolves, 8 nevermores, and several other grimm. Blah, blah, Blah." Zake was several seconds away from falling into a coma because of prof ports story. He had is head down on his arms.

Groaning, he checked the time on his watch. When he saw what time it was, he groaned and mentally cursed at port.

He had a full 45 more minutes in this class before it ends. But, the upside to this was the next and last class was Combat Class.

The thought of going against either Weiss or any other female brought a smile on his face. But, the smile disappeared when prof port started on ANOTHER story.

The class started 15 MINUTES ago! How the fuck can he still be talking with that donut of a belly.

"Zake, are you paying attention to the story?" The fat Prof asked. (Or at least that's what Zake calls him.)

"Uh, yes." He muttered, mentally begging him to go back to the lesson.

"Ok, so then tell me. How many grimm have I killed at age 19?"

WHAT KIND OF FUCKING RELEVANCE DOES IT HAVE TO THE CLASS? Sighing, he looked up and just growled.

"You killed 28. Now, can we please get back to the class?" He asked, holding the urge to curse that fat man out.

"Why? I believe that every one love-."

"OH MY GOSH, NO ONE LIKES YOUR FUCKING STORIES FAT ASS!" He shouted, sick and tired of hearing the story. Everyone gasped at what he said. Jaune just buried his head into a book.

"Look Shrimp Dick, No one likes your fucking stories. Your stories don't make any sort of fucking sense. Like, for example, how the fuck do you save a woman from a burning building while also fighting off 10 nevermores? Like, come on, the is total bullshit." Everyone stared wide eyed at him. Prof port just stood in shock but his face turned red in anger.

"What did you just say?" He asked, his anger clearly evident.

"I CALL YOU A SHRIMP DICK BECAUSE YOUR A FAT, UGLY FUCK THAT HIS STOMACH IS THE SIZE OF 8 FUCKING WATERMELONS. YOUR FUCKING DICK IS THE SIZE OF A SHRIMP. SHRIMP DICK! SHRIMP DICK! PORT HAS A SHRIMP DICK!" Zake shouted at the tope of his lungs. Port just stood there, his face getting redder.

"SO, STOP WITH THE PATHETIC ASS STORIES AND GET BACK TO TEACHING THE ACTUAL CLASS!" He shouted as he sat back down. Port took out his scroll and dialed a number.

"Glynda, have your office ready. I am sending a student over for disobedient behavior. Mhmm, I am sending him over now." He pointed at the door. Zake just chuckled, got up, and went to glyndas office. Again. Everyone looked at Jaune, who only buried his face deeper into his book.

DONE! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please, Leave a like, Review, and follow for more.

I do apologize for the short chapter. I was backed up and I kind of ran out of ideas to put in this chapter. But, next chapter will have more.

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