Mr. Mackey sat fuming behind his desk, eyes narrowing in pure anger at the innocent children seated in front of him. The boys stared back at him, completely confused as to what they had done or why they were here. After what seemed to be an eternity of awkward silence, Mr. Mackey cleared his throat.

"Do you boys know why you're here?"

The kids just looked at each other, wondering who should answer, or if they should even open their mouths at all.

"I didn't think so. You're the biggest group of dumb asses in the whole damn school!"

Mr. Mackey seemed to be waiting for a reply, but when he didn't get one, he just carried on.

"The reason you're here is-"

"Sir," Stan started bravely, "We-"

"SHUT UP, MARSH!" Mr. Mackey bellowed. "You think you're so smart, think you're better than everyone else! Well, you're not, boy! You're not, m'kay?"

"I was just-"

"You were just WHAT, Stan? You were just being a little douchebag? You're the biggest douchebag in the place, that's for sure!"

Stan finally decided it would be best to shut up, slumping down into his seat.

"Now, if I can finish my speech without any more rude interruptions," he glared at Stan. "That would be lovely. Now, I've been extremely pissed all day, m'kay, and here you are, dragging your asses into the cafeteria, sitting down, and eating lunch. Like it's a normal day! Like you're not pissed! You just have to rub it into my face that you're having a good day!"

Mr. Mackey took a deep breath before speaking again.

"You all just think you're so much better than me, and it hurts my feelings! You don't get what it's like, having such a HORRIBLE JOB with such HORRIBLE LITTLE CHILDREN. You don't know what it's like in the real world! You don't get it! Well I DO. And now I must feed! Feed on vengeance, m'kay!"

Mr. Mackey paused, trying to see the boy's reactions, but was met with only blank stares. He glared at Stan.

"And don't even get me started on YOU, Stan Marsh. Waltzing out of class like you're a GOD. IT MAKES ME SICK. All you boys ever do is WHINE and COMPLAIN about how your life here sucks. Honey, you ain't seen sucks yet. But you're about too."

They boys openly groaned.

"I will be punishing you each one at a time. Each punishment may take at least an hour. So I'll be dropping you off at the principal's office when it's not your turn. So Stan, Kyle, and Kenny will come with me to PC Principal. Eric, you're going first, so you better keep your fat ass in my office or you'll answer to me, m'kay?"

He paused once again, looking deeply thoughtful.

"One more thing. And this is very, VERY important. You mustn't tell anyone of this. This is our little secret. Anyone asks, you were in my office doing math all day. You tell someone, and I swear I'll skin your sorry ass alive."

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Eric Cartman did as he was told, for once.

It's not that he wanted to, but he was terrified of Mr. Mackey. What had happened to him? Showing up with sunglasses and an AC/DC shirt? Yelling at innocent kids just because they weren't having a crappy day? It just wasn't natural.

So, Eric sat terrified in the councilor's office, not wanting, but waiting for him to come back.

He had said the punishments would take at least an hour. How brutal would they be...?

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Mr. Mackey, now wearing a Metallica shirt and a leather jacket, along with his sunglasses, appeared. He smiled down at Cartman like a mad scientist. Cartman noticed car keys in Mr. Mackey's newly tattooed hand.

"Come with me, little boy." Mr. Mackey said in a foreboding whisper, pointing to the door. "We're going for a little ride, m'kay?"

The chapters should be longer when the punishments start. Also, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, it is very appreciated.