quote: The B Team casefiles #7.6: School Daze part Foureeuxx, uh yeah. . .
Otto looked around the classroom, everyone he attempted to approach quickly huddled together into another group. He seemed to be the last person standing. He looked towards the front of the room where four odd looking men sat staring at him and smiling.
"Oh, dear," he thought to himself, "I hope this isn't going to be like that time in Beirut. . ."
Mike Peterson approached the area where the B Team sat with their desks huddled together. "So, do any of you guys speak Spanish? Anyone need a tutor?"
The Luchadore's head suddenly popped up. "I know some Spanish!"
The other B Team members began to shake their heads and mouth the words "Oh, no" to each other.
"Quick, grab him. . ." "Don't let him. . ." "Comrades, that's my arm. . ."
"Really?" Mike said. "What do you know?"
The Luchadore jumped up on top of his desk and screamed out at the top of his lungs, "EL LUCHA LIBRE, AWAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!" and took off running out of the classroom and down the hallway.
"Not again. . ." Dr. Huerta said, holding his hand to the side of his face.
"It'll be okay," Mike said, putting his hand on Dr. Huerta's shoulder. "Can I touch your ass?"
Dr. Huerta moaned, "Noooo. . ." and put his other hand to his face.
"I'm not gay."
"Ohh," Otto thought to himself, "This IS going to be like that time in Beirut."
