-it has barely been five minutes and he's already angrily lobbed three pieces of homework paper into the trash-
-puts his head in his hands, looks like he's ready to pull his hair out-
("WHY THE FUCK IS PHYSICS SO HARD HOW HAVE I GOTTEN THROUGH THIS MUCH OF THE YEAR IN THAT GOD FORSAKEN CLASS.")
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanNow, if we look at figure 4.3,
◊ we can see that...
(Aaaaaa science words.)
(Margaret's song is now sure to get stuck in his head later on. Takes one look at Karkat and decides that it's time to intervene. Taps him on the shoulder.)
Excuse me...
(Charlie the stoner kid comes into Mr. Touchdown's class late. Not the first time, either.)
'Ey.
and then they fricked in the bootyY'know, the usual, teach. Had a real bad headache and shit. (Slouches into a chair. He obviously toked up not too long ago.)
(Nods as he looks it over.)
Huh. Well, it's certainly original. Is it for a comic book or something?
(Sees that Thaumy isn't exactly enjoying herself here.)
Anything I can help you with, kid?
(Eep. Clears his throat, nervous looking.)
Uh... I-I was wondering if you needed help...?
and then they fricked in the booty-looks over at Margaret incredulously-
...Where the fuck do you get off calling me kid?!
-throws his arms up at her and turns back to Gordon with a glimmer in his eyes-
Gordon. You would be a fucking life saver if you helped me with this collection of bullshit.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

I do not know, regrettably...
-Takes a seat-