AAAAGGGGHHHH WHYYYY.

Who the fuck stole all of my shit? I needed that! My comic books, my pudding cups, my blueprints for world domination...I can't find a damn thing!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA IM FREAKING GENIUS.

Just aced another test, baby! Who's the man? I'm the man!!!

((Yeah. He's really boring. The end.))

AGdkjfkawfdsf I HATE THESE CLASSES AND ANYONE WHO DISAGREES CAN GO DIE.

Boy geniuses shouldn't have to do all this shit! Seriously.

Lost this thing for a while...pfft, like I actually give a damn.

Why is all of my pudding missing again?

Geez, these classes are hard! I dunno how the heck you non-geniuses know how to do any of this shit, 'cause even I can't figure it out.

...Mmm, pudding. Nothing can beat that.

Geez, I forgot about this stupid thing...

So, classes start soon, huh? Fantastic...not. I've never had classes with other kids before in my life! This is going to be so lame.

There's a reptilian tail growing out of my head. If I wasn't so creeped out, I might think it was cool.

OH GOD WHY WONT IT STOP HITTING ME ON THE NOSE IT HURTS SO BAAAAAAD!
...
I mean, ouch, I wish it would cut it out.

((Jack's a crybaby in denial canonly and so he is here too.))

All right, who took my last pudding cup? Those are mine, damnit! I can't concentrate without them!

C'mon, fess up or I'll send my Bloodhoundbots out to find out who it was and then whoever it was better prepare for an asswhooping, because Jack Spicer, Boy Genius doesn't mess around! Damn straight.

((He's probably bluffing, so no worries.))