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Kanan did something amazing. He raised his hand. “Can I use the restroom?”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” Mr. H mumbled behind his mountain of paperwork.

“Me too, Mr. H? Please?” Lana pleaded.

“Whatever.”

Lana happily skipped from the room.

Bernard poked Taylor gently. “Mr. H is in a bad mood.”

“I am NOT!” Mr. H roared. “ It's not my fault they made me do all this damn paperwork when it's their job!”

Taylor mumbled, “I don't know much about the teaching district, but would they really do that?” (She is a chick)

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” His eyes watered. “I'm gonna cry...”

Meanwhile...

It's best we don't go there.


Mr. H looked at the clock worriedly. “Those two have been gone quite a long time. Seriously how long does it take to- Ohhhhh.” It hit him. “That's nasty.”

Bernard shrugged. “It's only natural for them to sneak out of class to have sexual relations in the janitor's closet.”

“Kinky,” said Mr. H. “However, they didn't sneak out, I let them. Oh god, I'm horrible.”

“Agreed.”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Mr. H disappeared in a swirling vortex of doom.

Oh well, we'll fish him out later.