Uh-oh, it seems like luck wasn’t your friend and somehow you failed dance class (Skill issue tbh /hj/ih) and now, you have awakened the wrath of a certain 13-feet tall, flexible dance teacher

Mister Foxtrot: “I’m sorry Y/N, but your dances are just so…ugh, ABYSMAL AT BEST!!”

The X on Mister Foxtrot’s eye unfolds, revealing a black eye with a red iris.

Mister Foxtrot: “Acording to this academy’s policies, I must fornicate thy (you) for failing such a class…”

Now he is on all fours.

Mister Foxtrot: “Now, any final words before thy final show?”