Part Two: *Some Flashy Title*

"All right class," started Ryan's archenemy, the geometry teacher. "we need 3 volunteers to do the homework on the board. Let's see, Steven, do page 225; Fred, do page 226; and Ryan, do page..."

"Hey wait a second," argued Ryan. "I didn't volunteer. Your gonna make me do them against my will!"

"Well I was just going to make you do just 2 page, but now I see I have to make you do all of them."

"What?! You better take that back you little scrotum sucker!" came the outburst by Ryan.

"All right Ryan, now do the problems and then go to the deans office."

Ryan sighed at this. *Sigh*

***

After a long period of math, our brain-fried hero decides not to go to deans and go to his fourth period class where he can meet up with his good friend, Samurai Platypus.

“Hi Bran…er, Samurai” Stammered Ryan.

“Oh, it’s you.” Said Samurai in a very arrogant tone.

“Pull my finger!” Suggested Ryan

“Um, is that a euphemism? ‘Cause if it is, I don’t think so.”

“…”

“Don’t give me that look, I won’t do it anyway.”

“…”

“I’m gonna hurl dude, that face isn’t a sympathetic one, it’s a ‘makes a guy wanna hurl’ look.” Warned Samurai.

“…”

“Alright, that’s it.” Said Samurai. After this, Samurai amazingly jumps in the air, yells ‘platypus power!’ and kicks Ryan in the face, knocking him out, then does a graceful landing. At this point, the fourth period teacher holds up a sign marked ‘10’.

“ugh…” came the disturbing sound from Ryan as he gurgled blood and passed out.

“Hey, get up.” Came a voice not to far away.

“Who’s there?” asked Ryan while covering his eyes from the blinding light and trying to see threw the one-way glass. “Am I dead?”

“You’re gonna be if you don’t start explaining.”

Stating the school motto Ryan replies, “Threats are no joke.”

“It is not a threat, It is a promise.” Said the voice in an honest, yet devilish tone.

“Wait a minute, you keep saying ‘it is’ and you’re using proper grammar, dear god, I’m in a place far worse than hell…I’m still in the school!”

“Um, yeah. Dean’s office to be precise.” Said the voice soothingly, yet it still struck terror into Ryan. “Now, Tell us why you didn’t come here after your teacher wrote the referral or we’ll make the light brighter.”

“No, anything but that…alright I went to my fourth period and…” Started Ryan but was cut off by the voice.

“We already know you were in your fourth period. An anonymous tip came in from a person with the alias of ‘Samurai Platypus’ that you were there. We found you unconscious with a boot print on your face…my assistant still suggested that we drug you.”

“So that’s why my arm is infected.”

“How’d that happen so fast? I mean, that was already there. So anyway, we want to know WHY you didn’t come here.”

“Oh, that’s easy, because I think you guys are a bunch of ball-licking ass-holes.”

“Understandable…Here, take this. It is a slip for 50 hours detention…we were just going to give you 3 for not coming and back-talking Mr. O. But because of that last comment, we’re decided to give you 47 hours more.”

“…”

Accidentally leaving the intercom on, we overhear… “Dear god he’s giving us the face!” Came voice #1. “Quickly, hand him the slip and get him the hell out of here!” Came voice #2. “Oh god…” came voice #3 and then a sudden vomiting noise.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

“Thanks for the good time guys,” said Ryan walking out the door, grabbing the detention slip. “hope we’ll never do this again!”

As Ryan goes through the door, lunch has just ended and he heads to his fifth period class, swearing.

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To be concluded