Snippet #1749782

The Rainy day had temporarily subsided as Mr. Spike, with a megaphone in hand, and a fist at his side, knuckles against his waist, stood over a group of students, calling out for every student to hurry up and get to the center of the campus for an assembly of sorts. Principal Rucifa was dressed in his finest robes.

"GET OVER HERE!!!!" Boomed Mr. Spike. "FIRST YEARS' ASSEMBLY AT CENTER OF CAMPUS! ARRIVE NOW OR YOU WILL RECIEVE NO LUNCH FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH! MEALS WILL INCLUDE FRENCH SNAILS, SAVORY STRENGTHENING CREAM SOUP, AND CALAMARI!"

"Is he fo'real?!"

"I think so! I don't wanna miss out on lunch!"

"Me Neither, it sounds too good!"

"Forget it! My Brother went here. He told me nothing is worth staying at Gokugakku!"

"Calamari?!"

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Once all the students had arrived, Mr. Spike saluted towards Headmaster Rucifa who sat still: In fact, as a testament to his manliness, Rucifa was sitting on thin air: in the place of a chair were three giant spikes, two for his buttcheeks, and one for the exit area.

"Before we begin, the Headmaster has a couple words of wisdom to say to you young bastards!"

Rucifa nodded in thanks to Mr. Spike before turning with a serious expression of almost anger.

"RUCIFA NO GOKUGAKKU DE ARRRRUUUUU!!!"

His booming voice caused students to fall backwards, a couple windows to break, and made the animals in the forest cry out in fear before getting quiet again.

"….That is All." Finished Rucifa, causing the majority of students to fall over, their legs in the air, twitching comedically.

Mr. Spike wiped some manly tears from his eyes. "Never have I heard more manly words! be inspired, children!!"

Then he began to go into rules, classes, etc once more. When it was over, everyone could be dismissed to Lunch, and then skip general studies and spend the rest of the day in gym class.

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A rare sight for Rucifa was the one young man who stood up straight unlike the others, least deterred by the showing. What Manliness! Thought the man, as he put a hand on his chin and observed the young man, known as Jack McCoy, with his hands in his pockets and a casual smile about his face. This young man, he knew, could be a suitable leader to these hopeless first years!…But he would need help raising the fodder. So he kept his eyes out for other skilled looking students.