After Xander had put on some cologne and ran some water through his hair, he was out the door, gone in a flash. When he arrived late to class, door creaking loudly since he swung it open, all eyes were on him as he entered the lecture hall. The attention clearly got to his head, because he immediately started doing a bit, walking towards the front of the class. Mr. Price stared at him with annoyance, setting his laser pointer down. "Xander Valdes," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Why are you late?"

Smiling, Xander replied in an unserious manner, struggling to contain his giggling. "I stumbled upon a horse stuck in a hole, and no one could get him out, so they shot him." The professor's lips twitch, unsure whether the story is true or not- and if it even mattered if it was. "Let me get this straight. They shot the horse in the hole?" He asks, his last word getting cut off my Xander's answer, "No, they shot him in the head!" The majority of the room sputters out laughter- not because the joke is funny, but because of how stupid he made the substitute look.

After a moment's pause, Mr. Price sighs. "Xander, please, sit down. We're on page 296." He dismisses the jokester with a wave of his hand, going back to teaching his lesson, trying to ignore the previous sequence of events. Xander sits next to a group with some of his friends, and they get loud quite quickly, the lesson starting to be disturbed once more. Mr. Price is clearly irritated, but he doesn't say anything, as he's still embarrassed from what he unintentionally said.