Que tal, bien gracias. Zumo de naranjas quince, por favor? Doce jamon, mi nombre es Daemon. (Translate: How are you, good thank you. Orange juice fifteen, please? Twelve ham, my name is Daemon. Something like that.)

If you don't know Spanish in about ten years, you're fucked. Especially in America. But I'll be 23 then, and way out of the country.

I'm a fuckin senior. I own all of you. I'm reviving the swirly. Run Freshman Run.

NO LFS NO!!!
I dont have any lunch money!!
LFS STOP IT!!

- throws a Mr. Puppens doll at LFS. -

TAKE THAT BITCH!!
Puppens is cool.

Fuck Lunch Money. I'm stealing pencils. Got a test next period.

- Mr. Puppens explodes in a sudden burst of chicken pot pie. - NO!

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo

k. I'm sorry, he died.

- has the real Mr. Puppens in his bookbag. -

DUN DUN DUUN!