Kind of a breather story from my current sad one. warning there are no bad words in this story but it's a counterpart to swearing. I only added made up words to fit the foreign space theme.
"Alright, cadets let's start with a simple math equation." Glargg announced. "What is 5 times 2? Come on, cadets speak up!"
"Twelve!" Hugo said excitedly as he bounced up.
"Okay, let's ask someone who doesn't have the mind of a five year old." Glargg groaned.
"I think I know the answer, Glargg!" Niven raised her hand.
"Mamamamama!" Chuck babbled mockingly.
"Shut up, Clucker!" Niven shouted back.
"Don't call me "Clucker" you slarpnaring noodle!" Chuck shouted back.
"Did you just say that word?!" Glargg shouted.
"Noodle?" Chuck asked.
"No, he means slarpnar. You can't say slapnar, you slarpnar." Niven scolded.
"Niven!" Glargg scolded.
"Why the slarpnar not?" Chuck asked.
"You said slarpnar again!" Finley chided.
"Finley!" Glargg shouted.
"Slarpnar?" Starley asked confusedly.
"Starley!" Glargg yelled.
"What's wrong with slaprnar it doesn't hurt anybody!" Chuck argued.
"How would you like a weekend of detention?!" Glargg threatened.
"How would you like to eat my eggs?!" Chuck smirked. The whole class gasped.
"What did you say?!" Glargg shouted.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry what I meant was…" Chuck took out a microphone. "How would you like to eat my eggs, Glargg?!"
"Holy warly, Chuck." Starley shook her head at her brother.