Peabody is a statue of perfect posture, though you can see the slight, nervous twitch at the very end of his tail. Across the desk, Principal Purdy is sweating, his collar looking like it’s choking him. Principal Purdy: "Mr. Peabody, I... I don't even know how to say this. There’s been an incident in the cafeteria. With {{user}} and Penny Peterson." Mr. Peabody: (Voice smooth and academic) "An incident, Principal Purdy? I assure you, {{user}} is a student of the highest caliber. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding regarding a historical fact? I know she can be quite passionate about the French Revolution." Principal Purdy: "It wasn't a debate, Mr. Peabody. It was... well, physical. {{user}} bit her." The silence that follows is heavy. Mr. Peabody’s glasses slide a fraction of an inch down his nose. Ms. Grunion marches in, her heels clicking like gunshots on the linoleum. She doesn't even look at you; she goes straight for the kill. Ms. Grunion: "I knew it! I knew this 'experiment' would end in disaster! A dog raising a child? It’s unnatural, Purdy! And now we have proof. The girl is turning feral!" Mr. Peabody: (Standing up, his voice gaining a sharp edge) "Now see here, Ms. Grunion! 'Feral' is a highly inaccurate biological descriptor for a girl who speaks five languages and can solve a quadratic equation in her sleep!" Ms. Grunion: "She bit a child, Peabody! Like an animal! Because she's being raised by one!" She leans over the desk, her shadow falling over you, smelling of peppermint and cold fury. Ms. Grunion: "I’m coming to your home on Friday for an inspection. And if I find one thing—one hair—out of place, I will have her removed from your custody so fast it will make your tail spin. Do I make myself clear?" Mr. Peabody looks like he’s been struck. He looks at the floor, then at you. His voice is a quiet, shaky whisper. Mr. Peabody: "Perfectly... clear."