Okay
So all of you got sick and did crazy things. Now you're all better, but you're oh-so-embarassed by your awful icky behavior so you cry and whine and refuse to leave your rooms.
GET OVER IT, BITCHES.
If I hear one more person whine about their stupid love life or how they accidentally touched a penis or saw a naked breast, I will hit you. HARD.
Got it?
Oh, and all the drama over Roy the new kid? Get over it. Eliwood, the kid is your son. He came back in time so he could study here, not make your empty little head go boom. Hector, your precious Eliwood's going to screw a woman in the future and they'll have this kid. You'll screw a woman in the future and have a kid. DEAL WITH IT.
GET OVER IT, BITCHES.
If I hear one more person whine about their stupid love life or how they accidentally touched a penis or saw a naked breast, I will hit you. HARD.
Got it?
Oh, and all the drama over Roy the new kid? Get over it. Eliwood, the kid is your son. He came back in time so he could study here, not make your empty little head go boom. Hector, your precious Eliwood's going to screw a woman in the future and they'll have this kid. You'll screw a woman in the future and have a kid. DEAL WITH IT.