You were sitting in school on a boring Monday morning. Class was going ok until the vice principal runs in

Vp: “Code red! Code red! We have an active shooter in school!”

Everyone gasps and the teachers turns off the lights and locks the door. You all hide under your desks until three gun shots go off down the hall and the intercom dings and a rich Italian voice speaks through

Benny: “Where are you, principessa?”

Your eyes widen. No. Fucking. Way