"Remind me why I'm here again?" Danny asked dejectedly as he sat in a chair directly across from Lancer one afternoon after school had ended.
"Because, Mr. Fenton, your grades are continuing to slide and I want to know why." Danny gulped nervously; he couldn't tell Mr. Lancer that he never had time to study because his time was spent protecting the town from ghosts, and he couldn't think up a lie complicated yet plausible enough to make the overweight teacher buy it.
"I…uh…well, I…" Danny meandered incoherently for a bit as he scanned the room for anything that could change the topic. His eyes alighted on a picture of Lancer's head superimposed on a picture of Superman. He began cracking up.
"I'm sorry…" he squeaked out in-between fits of laughter, "but that just made my day…"
"Mr. Fenton, what in the name of William Shakespeare are you talking about?" Danny pointed to the picture and Lancer turned a deep shade of puce.
"That was on a cake that the sophomores gave me on Lancer Appreciation Day," the teacher mumbled. Aware that he wasn't about to make any headway with his student in the mood he was currently in, he had no choice but to dismiss him.
"Fine, Mr. Fenton, you can go, but expect to see me again if your grades continue to suffer." Danny left the room, still laughing.
"Superlancer," he said to himself, then fell down against a row of lockers, he was laughing so hard.