Are you there, mother? It's me, Jeffrey! Er, if you hear this, there's absolutely nothing going on and the Captain hasn't removed any further segments! [static] --reasts. Breasts. Breast-- [static] Oh. ...It's, it's still on, is it? I hate phoni--

Beep.

Jeff was in his room ( Read more... )

Jeff was writing a letter. It was a really nice letter, he felt, and it would really help the Principal feel just a little bit more at home in the school.

( Dear Principal Umbridge... )

After class, Jeff had stumbled into his room, leaving the door open, and fallen back-first onto his bed. He didn't appear to notice the minor creaking noises his spine was still making. Instead, he stared up at the ceiling, desperately trying to process the conversation he'd had that morningHe was trying to realign what he'd learned with what he ( Read more... )

Jeff's head had impacted on the door the moment he walked in, despite the fact that it had been swinging open at the time. And he had remained, moving not even a muscle, for the entire fifteen minutes afterwards. Oh, the head thing had been bad, the frog thing had been worse, but he was fairly certain this had been the worst yet, and perhaps he ( Read more... )