Chapter 8: Second Period. Well, Sort Of.
MB, Dante, DL, and Flexo walk out to the halls. Meatbag's screams can be heard, behind them. DL looks back.
DL: Arf! Arf!
Dante: ...
Dante: The **** did he say?
MB: I think he said something about wanting to transfer to another school. That, or castration.
Dante: I'm going with the first option.
MB: I'm not.
Dante: .......................
They all stop at a locker. The locker has the name 'Wayne' engraved onto it, instead of numbers. Flexo looks at the name.
Flexo: Yar. I be thinkin' that's not ye real last name. Yar.
Dante: Yar.
MB: **** you.
Dante: What are we doing here, anyway?
MB: It's second period. I need to get my books. Be right back...
Dante: ...Be right back? What the hell are you-
MB opens the locker, and steps inside, before shutting the door. The other three stand there, confused.
Flexo: ... Did he just... walk into his own locker, Yarrgh?
Dante: I ...believe he did. Huh. Didn't know lockers could be made that big. That reminds me... I need a new locker. With stereos. Big, shiny stereos.
DL: Why? So you can fill it with more worthless crap?
Dante: Bella.
DL: ... I'm not MB.
Dante: Oh. Right. Sorry. I'm just used to it. Um... Bea Arthur?
DL:
Dante: ...Freak.
Flexo: Yar.
Meatbag walks out of the science room, rubbing his ass in pain. He groans, walking up to the others, who... well, proceed to laugh at him like chimpanzees.
Meatbag: Oh, shut up! You don't know what it's like!
Dante: And apparentally you do.
Meatbag:
Flexo: Arr... What be takin' MB so long?
Dante: Good question...
Dante looks at the door. He then turns to Flexo.
Dante: What do you think the combination is?
Flexo: Yargh. Don't look at me. I be just a paintin' of a head. Ar.
Dante: ...
Dante: DL?
DOG LIPS:
Dante: Oh, for Christsakes...
The Question: Obviously, the combination would be 11-14-8.
The group turns to a man, standing in a corner, wearing a blue hat and fedora. He has no face.
The Question: It's obvious because those are the initials of Katie Holmes. That, and, well... Master Bruce is a predictable steriotypical emotionally distressed nitwit who hides his emotions behind a mask of the generally darker culture of today's modern society. Of course, I'm just a simple conspiracy theorist, really.
Dante: ...
The Question: Oh, wait. Wrong universe.
The Question proceeds to jump into a nearby DC Comic. Ironically, that wasn't the Hype member of the same name. That was the actual DC Comic character. The group looks at eachother.
Flexo: Yar, He didn't have a face!
Dante: No ****!
DL:
Dante turns to the door, and uses the combination provided by The Question. And, sure enough, it works.
Meatbag: I don't want to go in... I'm scared!
Flexo: Yar. It be better than staying out here, where Dr. GammaMike is.
Meatbag: ...This is true.
The group opens the door, and look in.
All: HOLY ****!
Flexo: Yar! It be huge!
Dante: Jesus Christ!
Jesus: What?
MB gets out from the gigantic car, holding a history book. He opens it up, to discover his long lost multi-purpose number 2 pencil. Mutli-purpose, because it has an Anti-Tom Cruise laser device built into it.
MB: So THAT'S where I left it...
As MB takes the book, he notices the group standing there.
MB: What? You ****ers never seen a locker before?
Dante: ...Freak.
Flexo: Yar.
DL: ...