The classes is silent, everyone is working on through their workbooks while Mr peters is flipping through papers, like he's desperately trying to find something, he's grunting loudly as he knocks things on the floor "Mr. peters!" a kid with a backwards cap raises his hand and calls out to him loudly, waving his arm "Mr. peters, i have a question! Mr. peters!" He drops something again "Quick! Come on man!" Mr. peters yells back "I got fuckin' work in here dude!" the kid with the backwards cap lowers his hand "Kay..." "I'm tryna protect all you motherfuckers man! And all i fuckin' hear in the background is "Mr. peters! Mr. peters, i have a question! Work on your books!" Tyler raises his hand "Excuse me, Mr peters" "Yes, Tyler" He replies, now all of sudden smiling and calm "What would theoretically happen if a student got a hold of your gun?" he smiles and stands "Nothing would happen, you wanna know why? because i trust, every. single. one of you" he points his pencil at everyone "And hey, what's a classroom without trust? Heh, Hey, heads up jimmy!" he throws his pistol to the mentally challenged kid