Inside of Trolltree High, Mr Cal was well- ATTEMPTING to teach his students some—ER—math
Spruce and Clay, who were in the same class and sitting next to each just looked totally bored
Spruce was reading the latest magazine for Grimace Shakes and Clay was reading the lastest 'James Frond' issue, while chewing gum
Suddenly, he closed the comic to bring out his comically large backpack
SP: Any reason why your bag looks ESPECIALLY full today..?
C: Nope! 😁
MR. C: Okay, lets start off with a simple problem to start off our day. Lets see—uhh—If Clay has 19 bottles of dish soap and he gives Gina 6-
Spruce interrupted him
SP: Wait why does Clay have so many soaps in the first place?
C: MIND YO BUSINESS, SPRUCE!! WHY ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT IT?! ITS MY LIFE! DAMN!!
Spruce just stared blankly as Clay just completely snapped at him
SP: Maybe thats why his bag is so full-
Clay nodded and applied dish soap to his hands
SP: No water is crazy-
MR C: ARE YALL DONE?!👺 Then let me finish my problem! 😁 Okay, if Clay has 19 bottles of dish soap, and gives Gina 6, how many bottles of dish soap will Clay have left?
C: 6? Im not even giving her one! She ain't pitching for none of these! Hey, Gina! STEP YO ASS B A C K ! 👺
MR C: CLAY! GIVE HER THE DISH SOAP! ITS IN THE PROBLEM!!
C: Pfft. I can give her some cause J saw her picking her nose earlier, yeah I seen that, Gina! You ain't slick!
Gina looked around embarrassed and hid her face in her grey hoodie
C: So get your hand over here and get some soap.
Gina nervously approached Clay who—for some reason— oh so happily gave her the dish soap
MR C: Okay, now that-
Random Classmate: Wait. Why DOES Clay have so many dish soaps....
Another Random Classmate: Yeah it struck to me too!
C: DO YOU B**CHES WANNA F*CKING FIGHTS??/!/
SP: Clay, j-just calm down-
C: NO CAUSE THESE JOHN DORY LOOKING ASSES WANNA KEEP ASKING SO MANY DAMN QUESTIONS AND BEING NOSE-Y!! HEY PINOCCHIO! YOUR DAD IS LOOKING FOR YOU!!
Clay glared at his fellow classmates as they nervously hid under their desks
Suddenly, Gina re-approached Clay's desk, holding her hand out
Clay did that annoying ass thing where he gave her a high five
C: Can I help you, Gina? You want a prize for breathing oxygen-?
She still held her hand out, trying to ask for more soap
C: What's she doing-
SP: I think she's trying to say she wants more soap—
C: Oh, of course she wants more soap to clean her mustard scented hands! Greasy ass B*TCH!!!!
Gina suddenly glared around Clay and tried taking the bag from him
C: OH HELL NO! GET THIS NO CLASS CLOWN OFF MY S*IT! YOU WANNA BE THE MAIN CHARACTER SOOOO BAD! WEARING A HOOD, NEVER TALKING, AND EATING LUNCH IN THE BATHROOM AND S*IT! WEIRD ASS!!
As the two kept tugging at it, Spruce tried separating them
SP: Cmon, guys! Why dont we-
C: SHUT UP RANDALL!!
SP: DONT COMPARE ME TO THAT PENCIL SHARPENER LOOKING LIZARD!!
Mr Cal eventually had to break all three of them and separate them for the rest of the period
Silently glaring at each other, a random student asks another question
"Wait. So why does Clay have so many dish soaps, again?"
C: IM GOING TO HURT SOMEONE IF THEY ASK THAT ONE MORE F**KING TIME!!!
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THE END BESTIES !! <3