Warning for gory themes

It is an oppressive time in Lincoln's poetry class. Their exclusive poetry teacher, Mr. Bunting, has been recently dismissed, due to accusations of a student getting expelled because of his unorthodox teaching.

Everyone is silent about the case that the ceiling goes low, and so does the ceiling fans. We shall get to that matter.

But in the meantime, for all the students in class, it is a despondent matter.

That is when a furious Principal Higgins enters in full rage. The students stand up, but Higgins insists, "Sit down, students! As you know, Mr. Bunting will not be teaching this class. Therefore, the school administration is still settling for a new poetry teacher. In the meantime, I shall precede this class."

Hearing that news again makes the class feel sourer and more saddened.

"Now, to begin, tell me: what is poetry? In our own words. What is it?"

But the class remains silent.

"No one?"

They still remain silent.

"Well then, let's just proceed with the lesson. Turn your books to Page 1."

Rusty then raises his hand.

"Mr. Spokes!"

"Uhmmm Principal Higgins, we ripped out the pages," he shyly answers.

"And turn them to paper boats," Zack unwisely adds. "And also other origami. It's great."

"Now then, you can borrow mine." Higgins then slams the hardbound poetry book to Clyde's desk. "Now read! Read McBride."

Fearfully, Clyde flips to Page 1 and reads the passage about poetry. "Poetry is a disgusting form of art that literacy people use to express themselves. But actually, they are lazy scumbags. Poems in general make you feel special, as if you have a special disability. They are only designed for social justice workers who won't stop whining about rich people. Art in general is a shameless waste of time. There is no future in art, nor in poetry, nor in criticizing your telecom companies for slow internet. There is…"

Suddenly, Mr. Bunting shows up from the door. He has raven hair with strokes of dark grey and ash. His face is wrinkly and his posture is poise and polite. He is in his red necktie, grey cardigan over his white polo shirt, and his long black coat. But he still feels the heaviness of being removed from a position that he really loves. He is really inspired from one of Robin Williams' most endearing characters. Upon entering the room, he requests to Principal Higgins, "Sorry, I am here to get my personals. Should I wait after class?"

"It's okay, Mr. Bunting," he responds harshly. "Continue, Mr. McBride."

Clyde does so, "There is but one place in poetry. And that is nowhere. Any type of poet must be ashamed and humiliated for choosing a profession from more important professions like beet farming, dog walking engineering, fertilizer designer, embroidery, computer vulcanizing, debunking the 'fake news media' and…"

However, Lincoln bravely stands up for Mr. Bunting. "Mr. Bunting, please don't leave! They made us sign those papers!"

"That's enough, Mr. Loud," Principal Higgins coaxes him.

"Lincoln, it's okay," Bunting persuades him.

"Please Mr. Bunting!" Lincoln keeps calling out to him.

Principal Higgins then warns him. "If you don't sit down now, it's expulsion for you and the rest of your class."

That is enough to convince Lincoln to sit down for the remainder of this confrontation.

Higgins finally finishes off to Mr. Bunting. "Leave Mr. Bunting right now!"

The two see eye to eye, with Higgins projecting a seriousness on his face and Bunting displaying compassion yet vulnerability over confronting the high authority figure in the classroom. Seeing no reason to fight back, Mr. Bunting leaves the classroom.

But in plain sight of hope gone, the students decide to take a stand.

Rusty holds his classroom chair and stands on top of it in full courage. He then proclaims their class' and their society's battle cry, "O captain! Here's my song to hear!"

"Sit down now!" Higgins reprimands him. But that does not scare him.

Clyde comes next to take a stand of rebellion. He then shouts at the top of his lungs, "O captain! Here's my song to hear!"

Zack is deeply moved by this. Thus he stands up on the desk and shouts, "O captain! Here's my song to hear!"

"Sit down! Or else, you're expelled!" Higgins tries his best to coax them, to no avail.

Liam joins the group and shouts, "O captain! Here's my song to hear!"

Mr. Bunting cannot help but feel heartened by this act of dedication, shown by his students for his courageous teachings and relentless devotion to his students' welfare.

He could see Rusty, Clyde, Liam, Zack, Girl Jordan, Penelope and two other boys making a stand for him. This is how he moves his students.

But it all comes down to Lincoln, who wishes to muster the same amount of courage that his friends have shown but could not. Yet, even with doubt inside, he still positions the desk at the right angle and prepares to join his brothers and sisters in valor.

On the top of his lungs, he proclaims, "O captaii….."

SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

His head goes after getting decapitated by the low-lying ceiling fan.

The chopped head of Lincoln Loud send propelling to Mr. Bunting's box with gushing blood.

However, his main body keeps gushing blood, spraying on Clyde, who is behind him. Clyde tries to move it away to his right. But blood and organs spray on Rusty's and Liam's face. More organs are sprayed onto the students, leaving the classroom entirely bloody. Zack tries to control the body, but it keeps spraying blood to his face.

Frightened of holding his student's literal head, Mr. Bunting throws it to Principal Higgins, who then throws it with fear and disgust outside the classroom. It does not come apparent that he inadvertently throws Lincoln's head to a wood chipper that surely gushes out the blood, flesh and internal organs of Lincoln's head.

The class is entirely aghast from such a bloody experience that they just stayed still from where they are now.

But Mr. Bunting does not want to prolong this blood-gushing moment. Thus he leaves awkwardly. "Alright, I shall get going then." He then picks up his personals on the floor. "You guys have my email right?"

The students are just still, despondent and flabbergasted.

"Okay. Well, go Royal Woods." And with that, the blood-stained Mr. Bunting leaves the room.

Thus, there goes the tale of that oppressive time where Lincoln does not want to see Saw VII ever again. But, he keeps recalling that slasher flick.

The lesson: keep blood in the body at all times.

Farewell, Mr. Bunting