[[ON THIS FINE DAY, Hunter's trying to bake his cake. It's not turning out so well. He added the wrong amount of eggs, flour, and it's too runny. After desperately trying to fix it, he loses his temper. He runs out the front door wearing an apron that says 'Kiss the Cook' on it, though it's covered in splotches of... some kind of foodstuffs. ( Read more... )

Can someone explain to me why the drones won't shut up about me "not being at school, teaching the bright angelic children?"

[[He laughs meanly at that.]]

As if any of you punks are angelic. No offense, guys.

[[His fingers drum on the desk, making 'tunk-a-tunk-tunk' sounds.]]

I suppose I'll get forced to do my job if I don't do it, won't I?

[[Sighing, ( Read more... )