The teacher was making Cathy cry again. If Mr Zandroid thought a student wasn't working, he'd walk up and nonchalantly press down the power button making games and work both disappear. No matter how much Cathy protested and explained that she was actually working, Mr Zandroid still continued shutting off her computer. It didn't matter to him that she got 90s in other classes, or that he made her cry. He didn't care.
It had become somewhat of a running joke for the rest of the students, and this time Cathy was rushing with last-minute additions to her project when he walked up and erased it all with a single, dramatic blip. Everyone burst out laughing.
"What the hell are you doing, sir!?" she cried, furious.
"This is not recess. Have fun on your own time," he said--causing more laughter--in his trademark monotone voice. "And no swearing is permitted in this class, I'm writing a conduct report. Go see the principal."
Upon realizing that he considered "hell" a swearword, a stunned look sat on Cathy's face. She burst out crying and ran out of the room. Conduct reports were bad--Mr Zandroid was crazy when it came to swear words.
"She deserves it for being a fatty," Rob commented to Tyler and Jason, though she wasn't really fat. Tyler laughed, but Jason was hard at work finishing his project. Rob was a monster at doing work quickly and getting decent marks at the same time. Jason was simply a slow worker. Tyler, whose half-finished project was open despite the fact that he was still playing, really didn't care.
"And he still doesn't realize that she's actually working," cackled Tyler. "She's stupid, she doesn't know that he's a big wimp and leaves if you chase him away."
"Would you care to demonstrate how to do it?" asked Rob in his best deadpan, snooty english gentleman voice.
"No, I've almost beat the 9th level of Super Mario!" protested Tyler. He'd downloaded a Super Nintendo emulator to play all the classics on.
"I think you've already offered to demonstrate." Before Tyler could do anything, Rob yelled, "Mr Zandroid, Tyler's playing games again!" Even Jason laughed as Mr Zandroid stalked over.
"You're addicted to games, Tyler." The teacher's monotonous voice was ominous as he reached for the power button.
"SIR, NO!" cried Tyler, pushing away the teachers hand as he made Mario dodge Bullet Bills that were flying at him. "SIR, I'M ALMOST DONE THE 9TH LEVEL!" He pushed a hand away again, then paused his game and hid it. "I'm done sir, I quit games. I'm done."
"I don't believe you," said Mr Zandroid, reaching for the power once again. Tyler frantically brushed his hand away again. Mr Zandroid got bored and walked off. Tyler returned to playing Super Mario at once.
"Did you see that?" said Rob, laughing. "He just walks away!"
"And we're getting him for Moral Ed next term, I wonder how he's going to teach sexual education," added Jason.
"Insert your floppy disc into the hard drive," intoned Rob, mimicking the teacher's voice perfectly. "Upload the documents." They laughed as Jason continued tapping away furiously at the keyboard, finishing his project on the ever-clichéd topic of Global Warming. He was almost done, and the deadline was tomorrow.
Mr Zandroid drifted back, eyeing Tyler's Super Mario game.
"Tyler!" hissed Jason, though Rob was trying to convince Jason not to let Tyler know that the teacher was coming. "Mr Zandroid!"
The teacher stopped behind Tyler's chair, and Tyler raised his hand, ready to paw away the teacher's. Mr Zandroid's hand shot out, quickly jabbing the power button. The display snapped black in a tiny blip.
"NO!" cried Tyler. "Fffffff..." No swearing--last time he had he'd gotten a call home. "FLOPPY DISC!"
Jason cracked up. And apparently, this was the wrong reaction.
Mr. Zandroid reached over to Jason's computer. Blip.