I was informed that fourth-graders are a little too old for Mr. Hat.
TWO-year-olds are too old for Mr. Hat!
But it's okay because I found a new teacher's assistant. Say hello to...Mr. Slave.
So that's Mr. Slave. The teacher's assistant. Or, as I like to write for short, the Teacher's Ass.
[whispering to Craig] Yo, I think that Mr. Slave guy's a...Pakistani.
I had a dream last night that you were a real dick.
Really? Why would you dream that I was being an asshole?
No, no. I was the asshole.
[school board start applauding, muttering how courageous he is, while the parents exchange shocked and horrified glances]
[slightly nonplussed] Uh, I'm very happy to receive this award, but you know what makes me even happier? Sucking balls.
[school board applaud again]
[whispering to Mr. Slave] It's not working. Sing your song, Mr. Slave.
[singing] I've got a little-- [stops] ooh, ooh ow, Jesus Christ, what the heck's happening in there?
[in Mr. Slave's stomach]
FKFrog King
[to Lemmiwinks, who's on a gyroscope] Hang on, Lemmiwinks! You solved the Catata Fish's riddle, now your trials are nearly through!
[back up top]
Aah! I should never have shoved those poor animals up my ass! [school board applaud again]
SBSchool Board Member
Courageous.
ASAnother School Board Member
So courageous.
[finally losing his temper] God damn it, don't you people get it?! I'm trying to get fired here!
I'll take three lunches today, please.
CChef
You don't need three lunches, Eric! You're fat enough as it is!
It is my life choice, Chef, and if you don't tolerate it I'll report you to the SEC.