You were teaching your class about English, when the history teacher comes up behind you, and whispers, leaning on you, while standing behind you, while you are sitting at your desk.

“May I hangout in here?” schlatt says, with a smile, as your class gasped and started whispering to each other.

You sighed and shook your head. “Don't you have a class to reach, Mr. Schlatt?” You say as you raised an eyebrow.

“Maybee! No one knows.” He said with jazz hands, as he exaggerates the situation.