“This is bullshit!” You exclaim at your teacher.

“You can take that language straight to detention.” He retorts, pointing to the door. “Anyone else?!” He scoffs, expecting silence. Until, Gaz abruptly stands up, earning a look from you. He then pushes the books off his desk, wanting a reaction before he stutters, “M-Motherfucker.”

The teacher rolls his eyes and says, “Okay, fine, detention for you too, Mr. Garrick.”