-Monday-

>"Norman! My man! How's it going?"
"Oh, hey Brad."
>Be Norman
"Nothing much just heading towards Chem."
>"Chem, huh? Did you hear what happen to Mrs. Jubilee?"
"Aw no, wait what happen? Did I miss something?"
>"Yeah! She got nabbed by the FEDS Saturday night."
>You tilt your head blinking
"Why?"
>"She was housing some sort of illegal chemicals in her basement with a bunch of illegal African children."
"Your shitting me?"
>Your face stiffens
>"I'm not making this up! That's what literally happened! When its lunch, I'll show you the article."
"Alright, Alright; well at least they'll probably cancel my test tomorrow if that's the case."
>"Pffft lucky! I had to take it Friday."
"Well not every student is blessed with a batshit crazy teacher like Cherry Jubilee, always late to class; she's never consistent in her lessons and hates everyone with a passion. Ever since the first day of school she always gave this-this look of disgust to me and she'd fail me even if I pass a test or exam or whatever! Heck not just me! She'd fail anyone if she just disliked the student that particular day! I'm barely crawling in that class, I'm more surprised it took them this long to catch her."
>You sigh after that mini rant
>"Well I guess its your lucky day, huh Norman!"
>Brad pats you on the back
"I-I guess your right."
>You give him a faint smile
"Hey; do you by any chance know who's replacing Mrs. Jubilee?"
>"Ahhhhh nope but hey! At least the next teacher can't be any weirder than the last!"
"You're right on that."
>Reaching the Chem hall, you part ways with Brad and head towards your class for the wonders that await you inside.
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*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDUxc6MLXoM*
>MEANWHILE IN A RATHER DECENT BACKWATER SCHOOL IN THE EAST JERSEY SHORE................

>"MY LEG!!"
*WINDOW SHATTERING*
> w: "THAT'S WHAT YA GET FOR TOUCHING MY COLLIDE A SCOPE YOU BRAT!"
*THUD*
>S:  "Ah, Dr. Weird  i dont think we're allowed to throw things out of the window. Especially if its a student."
>w: "But Steve! How else would he understand the concept of gravity!? WITHOUT BREAKING A COUPLE OF BONES WHILE GETTING HIS ASS PRICKED WITH GLASS FROM THE IMMENSE VELOCITY OF HIS OWN WEIGHT!"
>The crazed spastic Doctor shouts in the air; viciously shaking his first at his lanky dopey assistant, whose gaze is currently locked on an empty test tube he's holding for no apparent reason
>S: "We could try asking for permission to throw eggs off the roof with little parachutes attached to them and watch them break on the pavement."
>w: "SCREW EGGS!"
>A loud moan is heard from the broken window
>w: "Start the car Steve! We're going to need 47 pounds of Beef Tacos IF THIS THING IS GOING TO BE A SUCCESS!"
>The Doctor walks away barefooted from the shattered window and towards the desk, dragging trails of blood from his feet.
>His assistant looks away from his test tube and watches as the Doctor begins to remove his purple and green robe with a W-shaped whole in the front, while leaving the giant glass container on his head
>S: "Ah Sir?"
>w: "What is it Steve! DONT YOU SEE IM BUSY!"
>He shouts all the while attempting to put on a pink leather bondage suit, that is obviously way to thin for his lumping old mess of a body
>S: "What about today's lesson? I mean we were hired to teach science to these ahhh?"
>The assistant turns towards the nearest student beside him
>S: "How old are you guys?"
"S-sixteen!"
>The horribly frightened teen exclaims
>Satisfied he turns back to the Doctor, who seemingly was able to put the suit on
> Well "on" wouldn't be the correct term to use, more like he got it half way and the damn thing just tore itself apart and the parts of the suit that weren't ripped  were bulged way out of proportion. He didnt even bother with the mask as he just wore it like a hat on top of his giant glass helmet. But who the heck am I to judge one's personal kinks, im just the Narrator of this terrible piece of fiction. Now back to the story....

>S: "I mean we 'were' hired to teach science to a bunch of teenagers, sooo ahhhhh..."
>w: "What do you mean! I NEVER AGREED TO SUCH THING!"
>The Doctor finally notices the terribly disturbed class of adolescent children all staring at him if he were some sort of monster.
>Well he kind of is, with the weird spiked hair horns with whitening hair, yellow red goggles and a 50's super villain like look he was sporting before wearing the suit; actually scratch that, the suit really makes him look like a monster. Like, one of dem pink pigs from that one video game. Where the guy is in hell and shooting *burp* with a double barrel shotgun. Plus he did throw poor Roman Roland out the window, that probably doesn't help.


>w: "WHAT THE *burp* IS UP WITH ALL THESE COLORED PEOPLE!"
>"Racist!"
>A lone student cries out in response to the screaming Doctor, who is visibly displeased with the fact his classroom is more diverse than the entire state of Missouri

> Unbeknownst to the politically correct child, the Doctors eyes light up as a string of electrified eye beams shoot out of goggles shattering his glass dom- *whispering* Ah Huh *whispering* Ah Huh *whispering* ....wait so its called a hairarium? *whispering*...It keeps his head warm? *whispering*.....who the *burp* writes this garbage? *whispering*...Oh! right....... *cough*

> Unbeknownst to the politically correct child, god bless her mother for the shit she may have to put up with. The Doctor's eyes light up as a string of electrified eye beams shoot out of his goggles shattering his "hairarium". They strike the child, sending waves of electricity through out her body before picking her up and launching her through the nearest window in a similar but more aggressive fashion to the second opening scene of this tale.

*THUD*
>w: "WHO'S NEXT!"
>The majority of the students all huddle up in the far right corner of the room, not wanting to be thrown out of the three-story building. The only ones still seated are the kiddies in the front row, either to astonished to move, to frighten to escape or just plain *burp* lazy.

>w: "Good. NOW!...... *burp* I forgot what I was supposed to do. STEVE!"
>S: "Ahhhhh we were hired to teach this class science."
>w: "WHEN THE HELL WAS THAT!"
>He screams in anger once more
>S: " Back Sunday night; I think it was the principle or something. But when we stopped by at The American Chicken Bunker to eat, she offered us a job to replace that crazy chick you were banging back on Saturday. Because she got raided by the Police and you were the only one that would  agree to minimum wage payment."
>w: "Wait!..............
>The Doctor says, finally able to ponder about the events that lead him to this situation
>w:  "Its all starting to comeback to me............"

*WINDOW SHATTERING*

>S: "AHHHHHHHH!"
>w: " THAT'S FOR GETTING ME INTO A PONZI SCHEME YOU *burp*!

>The Doctor yells from the front of the broken window frame as his assistant's body goes flying towards the city before comically exploding in the air

>w: "Well *burp*, now I have to actually work and do stuff."

>He walks towards the front row students, oddly enough back in his cheaply made super villain get up and not the bondage suit
>He stares them down with his menacing old creepy grin
>The students in the far right corner are all trying to restrain the one called Applejack from beating the ever living *burp* out of the perverted old man.
>w: "YOU! Normal looking kid! What is your name!"
>His random out burst causes  the beanie wearing student to jump. Its up to you to imagine the sound effect and possibly the rest of the dialogue.
"N-N-Norman! Norman Normal SIR!!"
>The student starts to press his body against his chair.
>w: "NORMAN!"
*FIST SHAKING INTENSIFIES*
>w: "BEHOLD!"
>The Doctor reaches into his pocket (wait he has pockets?) as poor Norman watches wide eyed to the whole event
>w: "A GOLDEN STAR STICKER! FOR YOU AND THE REST YOU BITCHES IN THE FRONT! MWAHAHAHA! "
>The Doctor places a sticker on top of the kid's beanie, while slapping the rest of the stickers on the front row students. All saying the same thing, "you tried"
"Ahhh thanks?"
>Norman says confusingly
>w: "All you *burp* pass for the day! Unlike those pussies hiding in the corner, they all FAIL! Besides the chick that's wearing the fedora, she smells like apple cinnamon and I actually like the smell of apple cinnamon. But yeah, FAILURES!"
>More fist shaking
>The Doctor then returns to his desk still trailing blood from his bloody feet and sits down on the chair.
>w: "Ahhhhhhhhh!"
>He moans in glee as he adjusts his *burp* to fit more comfortably with the chair. Moving it in such a manner that it sounds that he's having a *burp* fit after eating a buffet filled with Tacos. Like I said earlier its up to you guys make the sound effects, not me.
>w: "This is one fine *burp* chair, how much time do we have left."
>He looks at a crudely drawn watch on his wrist
>w: "Hmmmm not much. Well considering my incompetent assistant botched today's lesson, I guess we'll have to move Tuesday's exam on the human rectum till Thursday."
>Several confused looks emerge from the students

>w: "All you failures (not you guys in the front or the apple girl) if you want to improve your average in this class from *burp* to a polished turd, than im available in periods 5; 7; and 9. You'll all address me as Dr. Weird, not Weirdo, not Word, not Wired and especially not Sir Mixx Masta Holla 38! If not, I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND USE YOUR ORGANS FOR SAUSAGE MEAT! And the escort that usually accompanies me is Steve. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR!"

>He yells as the entire class screams in unison
""YES DR.WEIRD""

*Ringing Bell*

>w: "NOW GET THE *burp* OUT OF MY CLASS!"

>All the students rush out but not before the Doctor could give a wink to the girl called Applejack
>She shutters
__________________

>Be Norman

"Soooo, that-was.....interesting."
>You say to Applejack trying to spark a conversation, while walking to your third period class
>"Yeah, it was somethin....."
*cough*
>Odd silence
"Should we...... tell somebody?"
>She turns to you
>"Honestly in any other situation, yes.....But....."
> Her right eye begins to twitch
*BOOM*
>The Doctor spontaneously erupts from a locker knocking both of you to the ground and covering us in ash
>w: "LIKE HELL YOU WOULD!"
>Before you could react, the Doctor disappears within closing the door and locking it.
>You help Applejack to stand and clean some of the ash off of her
"Why is this school so damn weird!?"
>"I don't know sugarcube..... I just don't kn-"
>w: "SALT SPHERE!"
*CLUNK*
>"GOSH DARN IT! MA FOOT!"
>The girl says as she hopelessly hops around carrying her injured foot.

-End