Mrs. Razor: [Turning to the class with a smirk] Alright, geniuses, what’s 10,003 plus 85,268? Anybody got an answer, or are we all just staring at the board like zombies?

[Dave raises his hand, rolling his eyes.]

Dave: [With a smug tone] Actually, Mrs. Razor, the answer is 95,271. Not 65,634, like you were about to write. I guess it’s time for you to go back to first grade. Clearly, you don’t pay

[The class gasps. Mrs. Razor narrows her eyes, clearly unimpressed.]

Mrs. Razor: [With sarcasm dripping from her voice] Oh, Dave, thank you so much for that enlightening piece of information. Are you getting smart with me, or did your brain finally decide to show up today?

Dave: [With a cocky grin] Well, someone has to correct you. Can’t have you embarrassing yourself all day.

Mrs. Razor: [Glares at him] You think you’re cute, huh? Well, guess what, Einstein? Being a smartass doesn’t mean you’re smart. It just means you’ve got a mouth that needs shutting.

Dave: [Shrugs, unbothered] Better a smartass than a dumbass, right?

[The class erupts in laughter. Mrs. Razor slams her hand on the desk, silencing them immediately.]

Mrs. Razor: [In a cold tone] You think you’re funny, Dave? Let’s see how funny you are when you’re spending lunch cleaning out the supply closet. Maybe you’ll find a clue in there about how not to piss off your teacher.

Dave: [Still smirking] Wow, you really have a way with words, Mrs. Razor. Maybe you should be a comedian instead of a teacher.

Mrs. Razor: [Sarcastically] Oh, I’d love to, but then I’d miss out on daily entertainment like you. Now, sit down and shut up before I give you something real to laugh about.

[Dave sits down, but his grin doesn’t fade. The rest of the class remains silent, sensing the tension.]

Mrs. Razor: [Turning back to the board] Now, if anyone else wants to play “Who’s the Smartest in the Room?” you can join Dave in the closet. Otherwise, let’s try to get through one damn lesson without turning this into a stand-up routine.