Hello… Just wanted to say hello.
Weed Man stormed through the front doors of the school. The students could tell The Blue Jean Amazons had gotten to him again, so they decided not to make fun of him for being green like they would normally do.
"Mutha fuckin tired of this shit…" Weed Man muttered.
He didn't bother stopping at any of his normal hangout spots. Class was the only thing on his mind, as The Blue Jean Amazons were not allowed in classrooms. Not for any dirty reasons, as the Amazons had some standards. No, the school just discriminated against them for Blue Jean-related reasons. *Cough* *Cough* Blue Jean Yakuza *Cough* *Cough*.
The only one in the classroom was Playtime, who was silently staring down at her desk. She had a disturbingly blank look on her face and looked to be deep in thought about something. Weed Man knew something was wrong.
"You alright? Looks like you saw something very disturbing… Which doesn't surprise me around here, but still."
Playtime looked up from her desk.
"Weed Man, why were Mr. Baldi and Monika wrestling in the ladies' bathroom?"
Weed Man just silently stared at her.
"And why was Monika mad the entire time? Was Mr. Baldi forcibly wrestling with Monika?"
Weed Man was completely taken back.
"You watched the entire time!?"
Playtime nodded.
"I was in one of the stalls when it happened. I was too scared to leave."
Weed Man looked to the ground for a moment, then looked back up with a newfound rage.
"That's it! I've had enough of all this bull shit!"
Weed Man pulled a Glock out and stormed out of class.
"Time to put an end to this once and for-"
"No firearms in the halls."
Weed Man looked over and saw Principle of the Thing rushing him.
"Aww shi-"
The next thing Weed Man knew, he was in detention. Principle of the Thing had snapped his Glock in two.
"Till the end of class, detention for you… When will you learn?"
Principle of the Thing left.
"...Damn it, that Glock was going on five years."
Weed Man sat down. His ego was crushed, and so was his motivation. All he could do was wait… And wait… And wait… And-
"Fuck!" Natsuki yelled as she and Principle of the Thing appeared.
Natsuki was covered in blood.
"Half of the day, detention for you… When will you learn?"
He left like before.
"That fucking-"
Natsuki turned and noticed Weed Man.
"Weed Man!"
She brought him in for a hug and started snuggling with him.
"Hey babe… Uhhh…" Weed Man could feel the blood soaking into his Weed skin. "What did you do to get half a day of Detention?" Weed Man asked.
Natsuki broke off the hug.
"Some bitch was trying to break into your locker. So I killed her with a pair of scissors."
Weed Man was slightly relieved.
"Damn, at least it wasn't period- Wait, someone tried breaking into my locker?!"
"Yep! But they will NEVER do that again!"
Natsuki began taking her clothes off until she was completely nude.
"Now, can you help me clean off? I can't be looking like a psycho in front of the father of my child."
"...I guess. Don't really have anything better to do."