I forgot about these! Anyway, this one is goofy. Enjoy.
Subject: Math Class
Character: Jeremie
"Hey, Jeremie, can I borrow your homework?" Poke. "Hey, Jeremie, can I borrow your homework?" Poke. "Hey, Jeremie, can I borrow your homework?" Poke. "Hey, Jeremie, can I borrow your homework?" Poke. "Hey, Jeremie, can I borrow your homework?" Poke.
Jeremie was fairly certain that if this kid didn't stop poking him in the head with his pencil, his skull would rupture, and his efforts would be useless. He didn't even know this kid; he was fairly sure he didn't remember his name. He'd never given him any trouble, so why did he have to take this?
He turned to face the kid. "Look, stop. I'm not going to give you my math homework, so it's not worth your time to be here."
"And what if I don't stop?" Poke. Poke. Poke.
"Well...I could get my friends to deck you."
"You have friends?" Poke. Poke.
"Yes, in fact, I do," Jeremie went on in a controlled monotone. "Here, let me tell you. Ulrich Stern's a soccer star, he's spent years training in martial arts, and given a sword he could easily cleave you in half. Yumi's got the same prowess combined with a hot-wire temper. Odd's an amazing sharpshooter and he can kick your ass five ways to Sunday without you even knowing what he's doing. And William, William could go to your house at night and..."
He had noticed that the kid had run away as soon as he had mentioned Yumi. He just liked reminding himself of the power that having friends trained in amateur combat gave him.
- Carth