After classes on a Friday afternoon, a small group of students gathered near the football field.

Abe Lincoln is standing with his arms folded. Witnessing the show going on in front of him.

If somebody wants to join the Task Force, it's highly recommended that they get into a fight with another member. Fights will go on as long as they have to, but they often don't last as long as Abe's fight with Leif Erikson.

Right now, the fight is between Mark Antony, and the leader of the Yearbook Club, Dante Alighieri. The two of them have been trading blows for a while. Easily lasting longer than what Abe thought they would last.

Mark, wanting to put a quick end to the fight, rushes closer to Dante faster than before. Dante, having anticipated this, simply counters by punching him in the gut.

Everything worked as planned and Mark fell to the ground holding his stomach. Probably trying not to puke in front of everybody. It was then that Abe stepped in.

"Mark is down! This fight's over!" He shouts out. "The winner is Dante Alighieri!"

Dante smiles as he helps Mark off the ground. "Good fighting, man. I didn't expect anything less from you."

"I'll get you next time, buddy." Mark smiles back. Still fighting through the pain. "Good luck with the others."

As they walk off the field and take their respective spots on the bleachers, Abe announces the next fight.

"Okay guys, the next roundis gonna be between JFK… and he'll be facing off against… Confucius!"

When Confucius came to schol earlier in the day, everybody was quick to notice how he's changed his looks. He used to wear bright pink and cyan. Now he's wearing a dark pink shirt with a dark blue jacket and matching pants. He still has his hair dyed cyan, but now it's hanging on the left side of his face. Very close to covering his eye completely.

Harriet Tubman was the first to approve of his new look. He really has taken a page from Abe's book. He smirks at Abe and JFK. "I'm ready whenever you two are!"

JFK folds his arms. "I'll try not to hurt you TOO bad."

Standing in the middle of the two, Abe raises his right hand high in the air. "Let the second fight…" He takes a second to look at the two of them before bringing his hand down. "START!"

Confucius let out a yell before rushing in to fight. JFK, on the other hand, could quickly tell that his opponent isn't going to use any strategy in this fight. He was just going at him with his arms flailing randomly. Amerigo Vespucci was more composed. He sighs. If Amerigo wanted Confucius beaten up just like he did with him, there was very little stopping him.

All it took was just one shove from his left hand and Confucius was knocked down on his butt. Earning some laughter from the crowd near them.

Now it's Abe's turn to sigh. Confucius has a good heart, but he is at the very beginning in this journey without an end. In order to deliver pain to others, one must first get used to feeling the same pain inflicted upon themselves. That's how he won his earlier fight.

"OWWW!" Confucius made a quick note to himself to lay down on his bed the first chance he got. "Okay! I give up! I give up! I clearly need to start training!"

JFK walks over to his friend and helps him off the ground. "At least you're not running from your problems like you usually do."

Abe shouts out to the crowd. "Okay the winner of that… very quick fight… is JFK! Now for the third fight this afternoon! JFK will be going up against Dante!"

"Uh, no! That's a hard pass from me!" Dante yells back at Abe. "I've already been in one fight today! I'm not fighting again!"

Abe squints at him. "Are you being serious right now!? I thought you said you want to take the fight to RR!"

Confucius points at Abe. "Abe, you could fight, right? I'm curious who would win. You or JFK."

Abe looked at JFK for a second before looking at Confucius. "I was planning on fighting the winner of that fight anyway." He looks at JFK again. "How about it, man. You ready for a fight?"

JFK smirks. "The first real fight I've had all day!"

Confucius nods before shouting to the crowd. "Okay guys… The final fight is going to be between Abe Lincoln and JFK! Anybody planning on placing bets… Please don't!

Now are the two contenders ready!?"

It was then that a different voice made itself heard. "They better be ready for anything else other than a fight! Because that isn't what's going to happen here!"

Dante was quick to stand up "Mr. Frankenclone!"

Vince Frankenclone walked up to Confucius while everybody watched. "I'm letting you off with a warning, Mr. Confucius, but I better not catch you fighting again." He then points at Abe.

"You, on the other hand, have earned yourself a detention!" He sighs as he hears a collective gasp from all the students. "You should know by now that fighting is strictly prohibited on school grounds!"

He then looks down at his watch. (A Snowflake Day gift from Scudworth) "I'm going to give you a choice… It's three and some change right now. If we make it to the detention room by 3:20, I'll cut your detention to just… forty minutes.

Otherwise, you'll get Saturday detention. Like in the film 'The Breakfast Club!' Only difference is that you'll be alone. So what'll it be? Forty minutes or nine hours?"

It was then that JFK began to protest. "Hey man! Have you even seen what Abe has done for-" "JFK STOP!"

Abe cuts JFK off. "I knew what consequences might come my way when I chose to fight Leif Erikson. Clone High has rules for a reason. I'm lucky to even get a… generous offer from Mr. Frankenclone to begin with."

He then shouts to the crowd. "The show's over, everybody! You can all go now!"

As his classmates start to get up and leave, Abe faces Vince. "Lead the way, sir." "Now that's more like it."

"Abe, wait." Abe sees Joan, who had been watching the fights, run up to him.

Vince looks at Joan. "Whatever you plan to say to him. I advise you to keep it brief."

Joan took a deep breath. "Abe, I just want to say… You look really… Handsome… Being the announcer."

Vince was quick to turn away. He is an adult and these are teenagers. He can't get in the middle of whatever is going on here. Instead, he looks down at his watch. He really doesn't want to spend most of Saturday at the school, but if he has to, he will.

Abe puts his hands in his pants pockets. "Joan… I'm the kind of guy that makes old women wish for younger days. I'll talk to you later."

"I'm looking forward to it!" Joan raises her voice.

As Vince and Abe walked away, JFK spoke to Joan.

"You know I'm still your boyfriend, right? Plus, I'm not sure he's even interested in you."

Joan gave him an angry look. "I'm breaking up with you, Kennedy!"

JFK ran his fingers through his hair. It hurts hearing those words, but pain is something he's starting to just accept. "Ah, I should have guessed it."

It was 3:17 when Vince and Abe made it to the classroom marked for detention. The teacher in the room, known by the students and faculty of Clone High as Ms. Granger, an 86 year old woman who, in Vince's personal opinion, should have retired at eighty.

"Why thank you for bringing somebody here, young man." Ms. Granger said in a tone Vince could only describe as suspicious. (Not 'sus' like the young ones like to say.)

"You can go home now, Ms. Granger." Vince said firmly. "It's best that I watch over him."

"Oh, don't be like that." Ms. Granger was quick to argue. "I promise I'll treat Abe the way a woman should."

Not wanting to argue any further. Vince rushes up to the teacher and grabs her by the shoulders. He then goes on to whisper something in her ear. Abe, watching all of this, couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was saying to her.

"Alright! Alright! I'll leave!" Ms. Granger stood up from her desk. "But you have an attitude, mister! Principal Scudworth will be hearing about THIS!"

"I'll let him know you're coming."

With the elderly teacher gone, Vince goes on to sit at her desk. Abe sat at the desk right in front of him. While the rules of detention don't allow talking, Vince decides to bend them to get the most out of Abe.

"Abe… I should let you know… I lost a book recently… I'm pretty sure it was you that found it."

Abe pulls down his face covering and smirks at Vince before pulling it back up again. "It was a really good book, Mr. Frankenclone… I could give it back to you if you want."