English: GUESS WHO'S BACK
Reading: It's you!
Science: English! Where have you-
Art: YOU SON OF A BITCH I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD
Math: Me too.
Reading: Everyone did.
Music: What happened to you? Do you remember anything about it?
English: Of course not, One day, I just woke up outside of the Learnhouse. I was told I was voted off?
Math: No, you just... Disappeared…
English: Surely that isn't right. One of you must of voted me off. Now who was it? Was it you, Math? Was it you, Science?
English: Of course, none of you would be willing to admit to it, to the most atrocious crime of all!
Writing: *Whispering* He looks familiar…
Reading: *Whispering* Of course he does, that's their son.
Writing: You mean… That's Espen?
Reading: Ssshhhhhhng* Yes, that's Mr. Garrison.
English: I can hear you whispering, you know. You're probably saying "Ooh, he looks familiar." Well of course! It's because of you lot that I had to make this place in the first place!
Math: English! Are those the ones?
English: Yes, they are the reason I created this mess, and the reason you pretended to pity me. Those are Mary and Syren Sue.
Science: Sue… These are the ones who ruined your childhood? I kind of didn't think they would be our age.
Reading: I swear. It wasn't us. It was our parents.
Writing: Yeah, I swear, we had the exact same struggles as you did, probably.
English: My parents ignored me for 6 years! And when they didn't ignore me, they… Why would anyone want to bring me back to that?
Art: That's what we've been investigating. And we know the answer now.
Music: That's right. Put your hands up, History!
History: *sexily mutters* Damn.
Art: That's right. While you all were mourning English's leaving, we took some time to find out a lot about this dump.
[Art and Music assume a pose that was rehearsed as fuck]
Music: First of all,
Art: History, in your introduction, you said you were "connected" to lots of the staff here.
Music: Why is that? Why them and not us?
History: *muttering* 'cause you're all a bunch of figging nerds.
Art: We investigated a bit further. On a certain day, one involving a rather rude species of butterfly, you were the one who told Science about the butterflies being released.
Music: But how could you know that? The two of you live quite far away.
Art: And normally you spend your days watching reruns of SAO and Star trek!
Art: what happened there that day?
History: *muttering* I was recovering from feels…
Music: Who let the butterflies free?
History: *muttering quieter* In my defense, they were like Hitler. Very charismatic.
Music: I'm sorry, what was that?
History: *laughs at own jokes*
Art: What are you laughing about?
History: Thank you… For this… Now I'm not afraid to be cruel.
Music: *whispering to Art* Wait, what? Does this mean...?
Art: Yep. This is the part where he kicks us off