*Annoying singing voice* Oh Class, you're here, it's time for you to play (Work!) Oh Class, come on, don't be in such dismay (Work!)

Come on class, let's go, we don't have time to play. Come on class, come on. Don't be in such dismay.

*The bell rings.* Ok, OK class. That's enough. OK, OK class. Gather up your stuff. I can't, I can't, believe i'm finally free. I can't, I can't wait, for retirement for me. *The teacher leaps through the window and drives off in her car made of diamond, presumably bought with the money from teaching.*

*The teacher stands up and claps, but then sits back down and mutters to herself.* Hmph, that team. Is worst than the Black Viruses. Hmph, that team. I prefer the Singing Irishes.

And, you, right there. STOP YELLING IN MY CLASS. If you, keep doing that I'll send you to detention fast.

HEY YOU, STOP THAT, YOU'RE GONNA BREAK THAT DESK! (ahem) but, relax. Now it's time for a test!

Hey you, right there. WHY AREN'T YOU DOING YOUR TEST- (ahem) I'm afraid I'll have to send you to detention, but there's other kids there, so won't that be the best!?

Oh, sorry. It seems i'm interrupting something.

*The teacher looks over at each of the students, and starts to collect their homework.* Hmm... I'll give this an F, I'll give this a C. I'll give this an A, I'll give this a B. I really, don't care. Don't care, you see. I really, don't care, as long as I get my money.

Give me, your work, and give me all your tears, oh Class, you're here, you better have your homework or I'll do something that you'll fear!