(Bored) ...so here's your textbook, and you can, Jeff get a haircut, finish this packet at your leisure so that you're caught up.

(Whispered threat to yelling) From the blighted womb of your worst nightmare, quivering on legs innumerable, soaked in the black ooze of your greatest fears. I rear back my heavy head, and howl: DETEEENTION...for AAAALLL three of you! I swear, I'm the only one around here that doesn't find threats and violence to be charming. Kids these days! Now scram! Go go go! OK, now listen up, punk-

(Calm and wistful) As for my mess…don't know how it ends, just why it hasn't. If I can reach her, then I owe the one's I can't. "Doctor Zarei" was skulkin around the school today, y'know. You two should make peace on the common ground of being stubborn dorks. Enjoy your spaghetti.