Getting Schooled Page #3

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Mr. Roker's rsum.

Mm...

Couple of private

security contract jobs.

Hm. No teaching jobs.

F***ing queer!

Veteran card.

Couple of tours in Vietnam

I'll bet.

That's where the gibberish

came from.

Gnarly.

Know what that card is?

He was in black ops!

What does that mean?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

That means he's a bad, bad man.

I wanna call my parents.

What if we just tell him

what we know?

- Read it to him, outcast.

- What? Why me?

I think the sound

of a woman's voice

might rush the blood

from his head to his...

What?

Uh, Mr. Roker,

we know you were in

the, um, black ops.

You were also in Vietnam.

Do you remember?

Mr. Roker,

do you remember this?

You think he's dead?

There's only one way

to find out.

We gotta open that door.

Hey, hey, hang on a second!

If he comes after us, man,

I'm totally gonna sack him.

F***in' a.

Come on.

Watch out, Princess.

Ready?

- Yeah, yeah.

One...

- Sorry.

- One...

two...

three!

Sh*t.

- Where's the beef?

- - Oh, my god, guys.

What's wrong?

What's it say?

How did he climb up

and into the ceiling?

- What's it say?

- - What's it say?

"Game on. You die."

Oh, my god.

Is, uh...

everything okay, there,

mister, uh...

- Roker.

- Roker.

Um...

I'm, uh...

watching detention.

I-I don't feel so well.

What's the matter, buddy?

I'm not sure. I know...

I threw up...

I... wonder if I could

borrow a mop.

I got plenty of mops here,

but...

it's my job to clean up.

I can see you're eating.

Hey, I...

I won't tell.

Very considerate of you.

Don't wanna take your job...

but I will take your life!

Little bubbly?

Huh? Huh?

Drink it down.

There you go!

I wanna go home!

The pigs are gonna be

all over me for this,

and I ain't going down alone!

I guess the mall maggot is

going to sit there and bawl?

Why don't you just

leave her alone?

I'm tired of you

opening your mouth...

- nobody was talking to you, outcast.

- I'm talking to you.

I'm not an outcast!

- Why don't you turn your head...

- I'm not gonna turn around. - ...And

cut yourself a little bit, huh?

It's none of your concern,

so shut up!

Oh, you don't talk all year and now you

are gonna turn around and b*tch at me?

I'm gonna b*tch at you

all I want!

Let's not be afraid.

Fear is the mind killer.

Fear is the little-death

that brings total obliteration.

Just let her go with it, man.

And when it has gone past,

I will turn the inner eye

to see its path.

Where the fear has gone...

There will be nothing.

Only I will remain!

Wow. Righteous speech.

I knew reading "dune" would

come in handy at some point.

Is that blood on your head?

I don't think

I can take it anymore.

Take what anymore?

War, you gook!

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