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until I return for lunch,

another jaunt to the restroom,

and perhaps, a quick chat.

And when he returned, the

room was filled with blood.

Dun-dun-dun - dunnnn.

Joking. You know, 'cause of

the ghost and stuff?

Right then. I'll be off,

unless there's anything

else I'm forgetting?

What?

Nice shot "champ." Try doing

that in the game.

Don't look at me like that.

Stupid.

There's room for more. I'm sure

you're familiar with that phrase.

Uh..I don't have one.

Dr. Day, don't you know he's

the token welfare kid?

And do think of this entire

building as one very large

non-smoking section. It would be

a pity if we had to spend next

Saturday here because one of

you had a nic-fit.

Goodbye, Mr. Chips.

But, his name is Dr. Day.

And now it's Willie.

Willie Makeittotheshitter?

I don't get it.

She put eyedrops in -

D-Day's coffee.

Great, so who's gonna let us

out for lunch?

Or when you need to release

the Krakken?

Ohhh...

Well, now that D-Day is gone, I

think we should all get togeth-

Hold it! God damn it.

Alright. New kids?

Let's get one thing perfectly

clear. We're in detention.

Yeah, this is not a

"love-in." This is not a hippy

commune like that sad, filthy,

flaming turd known as

Megan, what's it called?

What's it called?

Uh... the Burning Man.

Burning Man. And this is not the

f***ing feel-good 80's movie of

the year, where for 7 hours, we

put aside our diffs and

through commiserating about

our mutually

dysfunctional family lives, or

how lonely or alienated

we each feel, we find some sort

of common ground, and end up

as BFFs. Okay? So let us

understand, there is no "us"

There is no "we." Because I

don't do "we." I just do "me."

Well then, I'm out like a boner

in sweatpants!

Carlos, you call my P-O, yet?

God Damn it, Carlos! Between

you, and the cast of

" Less Than Zero," I'm going

to snap, man!

Sh*t! Carlos? Look. You

gotta call my... uh...

Officer Lewis okay?

And tell him

You dropped something.

You may want to grab it or one of

these uber-sized roaches will eat it.

Looks official. Can I read it?

Uh...

I think I should start

on the assignment.

This library really is

haunted you know?

Right. I'll be careful.

If you came in here to jerk off,

I won't tell.

But you gotta let me watch.

C'mon, can't I get a

repeat performance?!

That's not how it happened!

Jeez, I was just kidding.

Prior to the eighteenth century,

the tribe inhabited much

of northern Texas.

During the Lipan's history,

they have engaged in extremely

violent battles with a number

of opposing forces

in attempt to maintain

their land.

Can I borrow a pen?

No. No you cannot.

The legends of the Lipan Apache

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