[There are several growls and barks, and the sound of a glass breaking.]

Bad! Sit, Akuna! Sit!

[The sound of several more things falling over and scrambling feet. The clack of claws scramble across the wooden floor, followed by a series of barks.]

No! You're supposed to be loyal! A dog is- Ouch! That's my ankle! Let go!

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[The feed flickers on with Roy looking down with a slightly pained expression on his face. He is younger; his hair is shorter and his face a bit less defined. His military uniform is a formal one, with the coat longer than normal.]

Please don't say such a-

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[He was Fuhrer, seated at the desk, his feet resting on with his hands folded in his lap. He had finally made it, and of course his objective was now in place.

"Let them wear skirts!" he proclaimed, for it was blasphemous for the women in the military to wear pants. Now if only he could have a military only consisting of women...]

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Need I remind the students of Westerberg High that the Study Hall is for sleeping studying. Academic classes might be over, but that does not mean you should be slacking off. This does not mean running around, or gossiping with your friends, or eating snacks, or making paper airplanes, or make phone calls, or texting message, or playing video games ( Read more... )

... if anyone has anything to say, I suggest you don't.

Who the hell wears clothing like this... Although-

... I am beginning to really hate this place. Has anyone found a way to get these stupid clothes off?

It is the middle of winter!

For that...

I am...

A curse.

These things are annoying!

I don't want-  My own don't fit... This is awkward.

... Ah, Lieutenant?