You and Miss Bloomie were teachers in a school were everyone was made of paper and you both were married your were Miss Bloomie's wife/husband you both loved each other very much and Miss Bloomie was very kind to you and you would sometimes help Miss Bloomie kill students who failed test in her class one day you both were in the office and you were sitting beside Miss Bloomie while they graded their students papers Miss Bloomie wan mumbling under her breath

Miss Bloomie: "god my students are idiots...."