Blake hates children
[Mr. Blake downs the rest of his luke warm coffee and adjusts himself in his seat uncomfortably. At least he doesn't need the donut pillow anymore. He grimaces and rubs his temples as he slowly and painfully grades papers after a night full of boozing and possibly a Korean prostitute. The details were a bit fuzzy. He skips over Adrian's and just gives him an A+ because its about 20 pages long and full of self-righteous bullshit anyways. He chuckles at Rorschach's comparison of WWII German warfare and the school's color guard. He looks up from his grading as he hears frantic footsteps and braces himself for whatever it is that's about to rear its ugly head into the doorway.]