Mike stared out at his students. “Damn no chicks…” he thought, “Though that monkey guy is cute…hmmmm”
“Well, let’s start by getting to know each other a little.” The fidgeting Mr. Peterson stated.
“I guess I’ll start us out. As I said I’m Mike Peterson and I’m going to teach you…….stuff…….yeah…… I like wearing a kilt and the French language. I frenquently change my religion and cultural background because…..THEY are out there….watching………..I also like long walks on the beach and men who aren’t afraid to cry…..” Mike stared into space with a smile and then jerked himself back into reality with the words… “But I AM NOT GAY…..sorry”
The class, mouths agape just stared…..the only sound was that of Monkey Boy scratching his head.
“Would anyone like to go next?” Mike squeaked out.
In a desk that comically dwarfed him Blackwulf raised his hand.
“Yes, you…big boy.” Mike excitedly responded to the small but single form of attention.
Blackwulf put his hand down, “Is it O.K. if I am going to bathroom”
