The principal screamed in frustration from the floor of the janitor's closet, his new office. The school couldn't go on much longer with this evil. Evil! That was it! He would get the typing teacher to perform a ritual to get rid of evil spirits. If anyone could do it, the typing teacher could. That afternoon during band rehearsal, the principal and the typing teacher built a small fire outside the band room/ principal's office in the bell of an extra sousaphone. "Abite, molesti spiriti!*" the typing teacher yelled. There was a flash of light, then an odd quiet from beyond the door. The principal cautiously peered inside. The ritual seemed to have worked. The band director and the entire low brass section were gone. The woodwinds, high brass, and kazoo section looked around curiously, then began to sing to the kazoo section leader, who's birthday was that day. The principal and the typing teacher fled, screaming down the hall.