Physical Education 1

[Mr. Winklewood]

Welcome To Physical Education Class #1!
SWIMMING! =D!?

1. Delilah A. Black
2. Kate McHallin
3. Olesya deBogart
4. Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos
5. Adrian Hanlon
6. Ryuu Hikari
7. Matrim Gallagher
8. Sara Quinn
9. Gabriel Seran
10. Emi Hitokata
11. Sylar Silverberg
12. Victor D'Armond

About the edges of the pool, a high board and a standard diving board could be seen. White, tiled floors, a jacuzzi caged off in the corner, and of course, any and everything that a building-covered pool could offer. And it was rather massive at that. 20 ft x 44 ft; holding ~36,700 gallons/~138,924 liters of water; it had a surface area of 880 square feet [Calculations In Thanks To This Link]. Chlorine pumped, clean, and running at a temperature of ~70-80 degrees, it wasn't a bad dip. It had depth ranges from 3 feet, to 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23---All the way to 40 feet, with the depth changing every 1.2 feet. Practically an underwater slope.

There was no signs of a teacher anywhere. Just a white sign, posted on a thick, six-foot long white pole on a round stand consisting of four large, white, metal massive balls. On the sign, it simply said:

Mr. Winklewood's Physical Education 1 Class
- Here -

...In big red letters. Of course, how would the students know to go from their lockers into here? Well, there would be many taped signs in both rooms with directions to the area. What if they didn't bring any swimsuits for the ocassion?

...

<.<

There was rack lined with many hangers. And in the men's lockerroom, it would hold white, sheared speedos of all sizes and accomodations. And for the girls, white, shear one-piece swimsuits. Again, all shapes, all sizes, all accomodations.

...

...Almost as if someone knew that this was the first class, and thus, there was no warning as to what they'd be doing in the first day of class. And therein, little-to-no chance of anyone bringing a swimsuit of a more conservative features. At all.

Incompetance of the teacher for poor planning? Or brilliant strategy?

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...Hanging upside-down from the edge of the rooftop, loosely tied at the waist by a weak-looking rope, what appeared to be a man was looking upside-down, binoculars and/or camera/video camera at hand, as he looked into the upper-windows of the area.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

Swimming? You have got to be kidding me... I didn't bring a suit, shouldn't I have seen this coming as School Captain? There is no way I am gong to be able to fail a class at a time like this, just because I didn't bring a swimming suit...... wait a..... no.... dear God.... please no....

Matrim saw the row of spandex speedo's and become slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't against being naked, hell he streaked through the entire school, but Speedo's were just uncomfortable. If he wasn't going to be getting into a pool with others he would have rather just gone completely naked. In any case, Matrim got undressed and put the thing on, getting the appropriate size. He made his way to the pool area, he didn't need the signs to know where it was but it was still nice to have them there for some reason.

Then he saw the sign that read 'Mr. Winklewood' and thought about it. He couldn't remember the name, and he was a little worried that the guy who just gave him a speedo, might be that teacher from when he went streaking... if it was, he really doubted how much of the pool was going to be water. He thought it best not to get into the water right off the bat and he would find a place to sit outside of the pool.

"Hello? Anyone here? Mr... uhh... Winklewood? Such a strange name...." Matrim said, but just decided to relax and enjoy his time until somebody else arrived, sporting his awesomely good looking super supportive and slightly uncomfortable white speedo.

Ok, maybe I could get a little used to this thing....

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar entered the locker room for his first official class. Most of the other ones he really didn’t care about to much. Sylar saw a rack of Speedo’s and instantly he knew what he was doing. SWIMMING. Oh how much he enjoyed swimming. It didn’t matter to him that it was going to be in a Speedo. The other males were to so it wouldn’t be to bad. Oh how he would enjoy swimming. Sylar found a locker that was unoccupied by the many locks that there was. He got unchanged and threw everything into his locker. He then threw on the Speedo. It fit perfectly on him. Know he was ready. Quickly he threw on the lock and saw an arrow pointing to the pool obviously. He kept following them.

Finally sylar came out to a wide open pool with a gigantic pool. He saw a sign that said Mr. Winklewood’s Physical Education class. This should be fun. He loved to swim. Sylar noticed another kid in the area. Sylar had this better glow about him now. The six pack made him feel more comfortable with himself for a reason. He approached the person who was also wearing the Speedo.

“Hello there. The names sylar. What’s yours?”

He wasn’t going to fight the guy. He was just going to wait and hopefully beat him in the swimming part. That was if they actually swam.

[Ryuu]

Ryuu pulled open the door of the boys locker room and walked in for his first PE class, wearing a black t-shirt, and dark blue long board shorts, his sandals making dull thumps against the floor. As soon as he saw the row of white spandex Speedo's, he couldn't help but just stare in disbelief. They were going to be swimming? Ryuu stared at the Speedo's for another good 2 minutes, he never wore a Speedo, they were too uncomfortable, before looking down at his shorts. He was wearing long board shorts, which meant he was spared having to wear the Speedo. He pulled off his t-shirt, and stashed his bag along with his towel in a locker. He then made his way to the pool area, he didn't need to use the signs to help him get to the pool area, since he had already been there once before.

He then saw the white sign that was posted on a thick, six-foot long white pole on a round stand that had the words, "Mr. Winklewood's Physical Education 1 Class" on it. It was Mr. Winklewood that provided the guys with white spandex Speedo's? Ryuu didn't know who he was, since Ryuu had left the premises when the teacher had thrown buckets of semen on the entire group of people that has been streaking weeks ago. Ryuu then looked around, and saw Matrim was already here, as well as a guy that Ryuu didn't know. "Hey Mat." Ryuu said as soon as he reached him. Ryuu then gave a nod to the other guy, acknowledging him, "Hey, I'm Ryuu, what's yours?" The other guys were wearing Speedo's, and Ryuu didn't know whether to be relieved he wasn't wearing one, or out of place, because he wasn't wearing one. He was here to swim, and he liked to swim, he was very fast in the water, back at his old high school, he had beaten all his friends in swim races. Sitting down on one of the pool lounge chairs, he cradled his chin in the palm of his hand, and waited.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara stared at the white bathing suits. He had to be kidding right... No f'ing way... Good thing her leg was almost healed. The scars from the surgery were completely healed up, she just needed a crutch to help her walk and get used to using her leg with a plate in it. Simple stuff. She could even put weight on her leg now. It was nice. Soon, she would be back to being 100% able again. Nice~

But back to these bathing suits... =_=" Sara laid her crutch against the wall and limped over to the rack to pick out her swim suit. Why white... Didn't white get see through when it was wet? What the hell.. Was this guy some sort of perv? She wished she had brought her own bathing suit, and cursed herself for not doing so. Grabbing one in her size, she stepped back and began to slip out of her clothes, and then carefully slipped into the bathing suit, trying her hardest not to trip and fall while she changed.

Once she was done, she sat down and folded her clothes. Out of her bag, she pulled out a wrap for her knee. Just because it was healed, didn't mean it wasn't still a good idea to wrap it just in case. So after wrapping her knee, she grabbed her crutch and walked out of the change room... Well... walked... kind of... With her crutch. Ya...

Already out there were guys. Each of them she knew. Great... She paused, her face falling. She didn't know why, but she felt... Self-conscious... She was thinner still since her kidnapping. Not 'omg gross' skinny, but still not back to the way she was, all curves and plump, and cute. She was still curvy and good looking, but... she had liked the way she was... and on top of that, the burn scar on her chest was visible over the top of the suit. She hung back by the door to the girls change room instead of going forward, leaning against a wall with a small sigh. She nodded towards them, not sure if they would acknowledge her, and looked around. Where was the teacher...? She noticed the sign. Winklewood... Wasn't that...

O_____________________O

The echoes of screams ran through her head... Omg! It's Winklewood! Is that... SPERM!? ................... Oh god no... Please not THAT Winklewood... She held the crutch to her like a life line, ready to use it as a weapon, and then waited.

[Gabriel Seran]

Early to school today, Gabriel noticed he'd just moved into the class having nothing much else better to do he wanted to show off some bravado whilst he was indeed signed into a Physical Education class, he'd surely have and advantage in this sense. Walking out onto the pool deck his first observation was the large... how to say it Penis and Balls with the sign at its end signifying that it was indeed Winklewood's class. Nice to know he was in the right place.

Gabriel moved to the next rack checking out the hardware they'd be using. From the looks of it nothing but a few skimpy speedos, nothing too far out of the norm considering the events that had taken place here. Gabriel wasn't ashamed of his nudity, being raised in Europe didn't help the problem either. Rather than going to a stall in the mens room he simply moved about to a corner and sipped the bad boy on despite the odd feeling of being watched. How strange.

Beneath his clothes it revealed another side of him, however small and lanky he might have appeared with his coats on surely deceived the senses because with simply the speedo on he was toned and trim. A model swimmer's body, perfect though he had one small defect. Looking down at his shattered limb he could help the feeling of self consciousness. The glove came on defensively hiding it.

Emerald eyes traced the incoming masses, there was Matrim, his foe a rival whom in the end he'd have to destroy unless there was some way about it. Ryuu, a close friend and ally against the trouble they'd had this year. That kid Sylar, he'd given Gabriel a good show when he slammed the register into his face surprisingly enough there weren't any scars, a shame. Sara came out changed, Gabriel's eyes scanned her defensively, her injuries appeared to be healing and soon enough she'd be ready to begin with our plans. Time was of the essence and there needed to be a time to strike, though something in his mind worried for the frail girl. A guilt perhaps, no, there was no weakness here.

[seishounohana]

Emily had arrived on the pool a bit earlier than most, actually. It was by luck that she came across a student who was seemingly escaping from the said area. She then wondered what the heck would cause students such panic to just run away from class.

That is, until she saw the big sign that revealed to her the reason.

"... Oh, please no."

Emily was pale with horror.

Not him! Last time Emily had a class with him he ejaculated on her KNEES! She was slightly thankful that she was slightly stoic that time, and was basically able to avoid trauma but...

...

... Man, she wanted to just turn around and run away, but this was SWIMMING, of all things. Emily loved to swim, and even if this was Winklewood's class... she would be going against her heart if she just left.

She survived one class with Winklewood, might as well do another one. It was interesting though; the previous class Winklewood had was very far off from Physical Education.

Anyways, she headed off to her locker and basically took her swimsuit from her locker. She was, luckily, a frequent swimmer in 42. As I've said before, she loved to swim.

Well, there were a few familiars here -- Matrim was one, Ryuu, Sara, and Gabriel. Oh, that was good.

Taking a breath, she headed off to the showers to wear her swimsuit, which was a green and black two-piece swimsuit. It wasn't revealing at all, as Emily was quite conscious of her own appearance (like most normal teenagers.)

She hid behind Matrim, her voice slightly shaking. "... Winklewood as a P.E. teacher... I can totally see why he'd become one. What have I gotten myself into..."

The white-coloured suits...

...

My, white... for a swimsuit.

...

Thank God she had her swimsuit at school...

[Adrian]

"Speedos? Yee-haw."

Adrian smirked as he walked up to the pool, grabbing a speedo with little thought and, showing some modesty for once, walked back to the changing room to drop his stuff off and shimmy into the tight little swim garment. This was no sweat for the once-wealthy youngster, after all, he used to wear underwear designed by Italian brand-name designers, and their boxers tended to be on the small side. This was just him wearing underwear in public. No big deal.

Adrian walked out from the room, clad in nothing but a white speedo, flexing his big muscles as he did so. Unlike a lot of students, who somehow hit harder than a mack truck while looking like a skinny fish, Adrian had a bit more bulk on him. As far as musculature went, he was as cut and toned as any other guy currently decked out in the revealing getup, but his muscle seemed to outweigh them all. He was built like a Linebacker, which is good, since that was the position he'd be playing on the team once all this business with Mr. Purple settled down.

"Ladies," Adrian said with a smirk, giving one final flex, as he address not just the girls present, but the guys as well with his single greeting. He was showing off, but not for any particular reason. He had Kate, that was all he needed, and she HAD been right behind him on the way here, so hopefully she'd get here soon. Looking over to Matrim, he nodded, giving the School Captain a few more words as well.

"Heard you got promoted to the big cheese. Congrats." Adrian would speak, and turn his head to scan the crowd for other familiar faces. There was Sara, but she was nuts and Adrian had no real intention of talking to her unless she spoke with him first. Seeing Emily, however, that was a little different.

"Heh, you look a little out of place, Ms. Delos Santos," the boy would quip out with a smirk.

Adrian had no idea what was coming to him in this class, not like any of the others possibly did. If there was anyone in the class who was totally flying blind, it would be the former Hanlon.

[Emi Hitokata]

"Yabai yabai yabai." (Shit shit shit)

Emi burst into the locker room but stopped when she saw a rack of bathing suits. It didn't take her that long to realize that the class was going to swim today. She quickly went through the garments until she found her size. Because she was rushing, she didn't pay much attention to the color and material of the bathing suit.

She was just about to head out of the locker room when she saw herself in the full length mirror.

"What the..."

For a one-piece, this suit was pretty revealing. The material was almost transparent and she could even see her chest. As soon as she got out of the water, people would be able to get a good look at what she hid under clothes everyday.

She bit her lip and looked around. Luckily for her, there was a dark blue towel that had fallen on the floor. It was slightly damp to the touch but more preferable than walking out of the locker room with nothing. She sighed in relief after glancing at the clock; there was enough time before class started, which meant that there was no point in rushing down the halls earlier.

The Japanese girl went over to the pool but froze as soon as she saw her classmates. Her jaw dropped.

"Are you seriously wearing those? Do you know what'll happen when we get out of the water?"

The question was mainly addressed to Sara because she was a girl. Since Emi didn't get along that well with Emily, she avoided the silver-haired girl. As for the boys, pfft. They probably enjoyed the swim suits since they would have the chance to see the girls show off skin. Also, she couldn't look at a speedo-clad boy without bursting into laughter; those things are so funny looking.

"Maybe I should skip..."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor "Break" D'armond came in late, as per usual. He saw a large group of people standing around in little white speedos. Great... swimming, I hate swimming, why can't the little locator card say swimming instead of just Physical eduacation 1.. at least then I would have brought a.... oh... oh no... Victor's eyes darted to the speedos hung on the rack. "great..." he said to himself.

honestly he had no inhibitions, or at least very few so it wasn't really a problem when he put it on... he just hated the thought of what might happen. I never thought I would wish that there where no cute girls in a class... he thought to himself desperately. All his belongings he stuffed into his locker, he felt so cold and alone without his ipod or cell phone. he laughed it off, smiling. if nothing else at least he pulled a speedo off, he looked like one of those professional body builders, if only he had some wax or grease to get all shiny. He laughed at his own bemusing thought process and headed outside with the others to wait for there teacher. He looked around... where was this guy?

Then he saw the girls... the tight one pieces... how thin the material would be after it was wet. "motherless hell" he swore to himself. Then he looked around. Gabriel and Sylar he recognized, and Ryuu the guitarist from the band, he was good to see. Everyone else would just have to be a new friend. He suddenly spotted adrian. wow... someone as ripped as me? thats a surprise. he thought to himself with a smile. He walked over to everyone. "how is everybody? he asked with a smile, "Cold yet?" he joked

[Adrian]

Two more students entered, one little Asian girl that Adrian payed little heed to. All she seemed to do was make little comments that had obvious answers, and, to be nice, Adrian ignored her, rather than shooting off some smart-mouthed remark. However, the second entry was another boy, one Adrian hadn't had the honor of meeting before. He entered into the area by the pool and spoke out, greeting everyone and seeming amiable enough. He asked a joking question about the cold, and Adrian couldn't resist a snappy reply.

"I'm sure once we start getting cold, it won't be hard to notice, if you know what I mean," he said, grinning. He glanced over to all the girls, all of 'em, even Emily, looking pretty good in their swimsuits. He pitied them for what would likely happen soon enough, knowing that, generally, most chicks were super self-conscious. Except for his girlfriend Kate, but, well, Kate was a whole different class of woman.

Adrian turned to face the newest entrant, and held out a hand to shake. "Don't believe we met. My name's Adrian, uh..." Adrian stopped, thinking about his situation. Having been all but renounced from his family's name and fortune, Adrian was, technically, without a last name. He certainly would rather not go by his last name anyway.

"Just Adrian," he concluded, his arm extended for a handshake.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"I'm sure once we start getting cold, it won't be hard to notice, if you know what I mean," The other well muscled man came up and said. Break chuckled and smiled, reminded ever so fondly of a few bros back home.

"Don't believe we met. My name's Adrian, uh..." the kid stopped. "Just Adrian" he said, putting his hand out for a shake. Victor smiled at this, grabbing the hand firmly.

"Victor D'armond, nice to meet you" he introduced himself, ignoring the fact that the other kid didn't give a last name. "and you know... if thats the worst the cold brings I think I'm okay with that..." he added quietly to Adrian with a smile, a joke between new acquaintances could always lead to a friendship, and to be honest, Break was looking for some new bros, dudes to hit on, talk about, and get some chicks with... "I just figure we'll have to get cold too, otherwise there may be some broken speedos lying around..." he said in the same tone with another little deep chuckle

[Ryuu]

Ryuu rested his hands behind him as he sat sideways and leaned back on the pool lounge chair. He saw from the corner of his eye, Sara give them a nod as she hung by the door of the girl's change room, leaning against the wall. Ryuu gave her a slight nod of his head, acknowledging her, as he then saw Gabriel come walking out in the white Speedo just like Matrim, Gabriel, his close friend and ally, who was wearing a glove over his hand for some reason, but Ryuu did not ask, he felt there was no point in asking. Staring up at the ceiling, Ryuu didn't notice Emily come in, since he was near Matrim, he was able to hear her voice, even though it was low. "... Winklewood as a P.E. teacher... I can totally see why he'd become one. What have I gotten myself into..." Ryuu peered over Matrim, and saw Emily in a two piece black and green swimsuit hiding behind him, at least now he wasn't the only one not wearing a white swimsuit. "Better question is, what have we all gotten ourselves into..." Ryuu muttered back, as he saw Adrian come walking in, flexing his muscles as he did so. "Ladies." Ryuu heard him say with smirk as he flexed his muscles one last time.

"Gentleman." Ryuu replied back, now leaning forward, his arms resting on his thighs covered by his black long board shorts. He saw him look over at Matrim and nod. "Heard you got promoted to the big cheese. Congrats." Ryuu saw him turn his head and scan around at them, before his gaze settled on Emily. "Heh, you look a little out of place, Ms. Delos Santos." Ryuu kept quiet, instead looking over at Emily and giving her a slightly comforting nod of his head. "Are you seriously wearing those? Do you know what'll happen when we get out of the water?" Ryuu looked over and saw his girlfriend Emi, except she was dressed in the nearly transparent white swimsuit that Sara was wearing as well. "Maybe I should skip..." "Don't do that," Ryuu said quietly, shifting over so that Emi could sit down beside him, "I'm not too crazy about the material, but you look pretty good in a swimsuit." Ryuu then looked over and saw "Break" come walking out clad in a Speedo too, it's like Ryuu and Emily were the only ones not wearing the swimsuits Winklewood had provided, and secretly, Ryuu was kind of grateful he decided to wear his board shorts, he had planned to go swimming after school.

"How is everybody?" He heard "Break" ask with a smile, "Cold yet?" "I'm sure once we start getting cold, it won't be hard to notice, if you know what I mean. Don't believe we met. My name's Adrian, uh... Just Adrian" "Victor D'Armond, nice to meet you. And you know... if that's the worst the cold brings I think I'm okay with that... I just figure we'll have to get cold too, otherwise there may be some broken speedo's lying around..." "Let's not go there Victor," Ryuu quipped, looking over at his fellow band mate, "I don't need another streaking day..." Now he was more than thankful he was wearing black board shorts. That would be a nightmare... broken Speedo's everywhere...

[Kate]

PE, was actually one of Kate's favorite classes. She wasn't much of a thinker, but she was athletic. Go figure right? Cheer leading captain and all that jazz. She was always prepared for everything, and thus had an aqua two piece in her bag. She put this on instead of the white thing, and pulled her hair into a braid. The girl shoved all her shite into a locker, and headed out hoping she wasn't late, and that if she was, she wasn't TOO late.

The blonde stepped out and saw several sorts of people that she knew, and not all of them exactly friendly. For instance, the girl named Sara. However, there were a few good, friendly sorts of faces. Matrim, Emily, and Adrian for starters. She smirked and walked up behind Adrian. She wrapped her arms around his waist and grinned.

"Hi handsome. Hey guys, hows it going?"

She smiled at Emily and Mathew, and various others. One thing was for sure, she had no idea who this teacher was or what she had gotten herself into.

[Mr. Winklewood]

Welcome

...Children...

TO YOUR ENLIGHTENMENT! =D!?
Theme Song: Dad (Full Enlightenment) by taserz

If anyone had looking around enough, perhaps they may have spotted the faraway figure of someone hanging upsidedown. However, it was about time for class to start. A very large *THUD* would be heard as he leaned upward, grabbed the rope with both hands around his waist, and untied, it, letting gravity do its thing. Concrete would certainly be cracked at that height, but if there was a pause after the resounding echo of someone possibly breaking half the bones in their body, across from where the students were all situated, the doors would be shoved open, as the sun's blinding light shone gloriously around a very, very good looking man. All smiles, though it was still hard to make out who he was in the distance (though it could probably be judged as to who).

With a lack of hesitation, he suddenly bolted forward, directly into the pull, all of his clothes on and everything, making for a humongous splash, before he began to swim violently towards them via freestyle, with the momentum of a submarine full of semen sea men. Never once would any of them see him drop in speed or the perfecting of his style at any time, as his right hand would suddenly grip onto the ledge and shove himself up out of the water, via force-handstand with an abrasive splash a good few feet to the side of the pool. Michael Phelps, he was not. Damn impressive... maybe. But as he curled into a ball through the air, and roll-impacted the ground and slowly landed on his left knee, and his right hand, skidding to a halt a few feet away from where he initially landed. In the midst of the students. Slowly, he'd stand up.

"O hay guyz, wats going on?"

All smiles. Brushing off a few drops of water, his jeans and shirt soaked to the point of his entire, buff upper half being very apparent, his long-sleeved, button-up, collared white shirt already open, but just making things apparent. He was a teacher, after all, in a school that enforced Corporal Punishment. Not too surprising, when you think about it. His gelled, spikey hair apparently able to withstand chlorine and water. Brown sandals slow *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*ing sounds as he walked to the edge of the pool, looking at it, and taking a large breath of air, before pivoting around with much gusto towards them, his fists put happily on his hips. The only disturbing bit perhaps, was that he was soaking wet with a rather unsightly large bulge in his crotch area, threatening to burst open due to his excitement.

"Well, welcome to Physical Education class! I'm to be your instructor, Ellis D. Winklewood. You can call me Mr. Winklewood, or Dad, if you like. Although I prefer you call me Dad." he spoke with clear, concise English, indicating his youth of just half a decade or so of his age in comparison to them, his enthusiasm very apparent and in more ways then one. Strutting about, he'd pause, turning his open-teeth smile into a smirk, as he raised his right hand to hold his chin, and his left hand to provide support for his right arm's elbow, considering them all.

"I am a former teacher of Long Beach's Public High School #259. My records were destroyed during the earthquake, but I assure you I am very qualified for the job, and trust me to take care of you. ...Sexually. The region's superintendent team is working around the clock to back up the files. So... unfortunately, I do not have the year's start-up paper for me to introduce myself to your parents," his bulge shifting around uneasily in his pants.

"I have a set curriculum and schoolwork for out of class whenever we are not in session, so I'd ask that you please stay until I officially dismiss the class. Anyways, though, I'm determined to make this fun for you all myself included =D! So... I've introduced myself. We'll worry about the other details later, academically speaking and focus on the main event," eying them all suspiciously with almost too much enthusiasm and excitement. "State your first and last name, say a few things about yourself WITH INCREDIBLE ENTHUSIASM---" waving his arms excitedly about amongst other things, "AND ANNOUNCE TO THE CLASS THAT YOU ARE A SEXY BEAST. WITH PRIDE AND A POSE! I'll go first. =3"

"HELLO CLASS, MY NAME IS MR. WINKLEWOOD. I LIKE RAPING CHILDREN. MR. ROGERS WAS ONE OF MY IDOLS. YES LADIES---AND GENTLEMEN. IT'S REAL. =D!? I HOPE WE ALL HAVE A TON OF FUN HERE."

"AND I AM A SEXY BEAST!"

...Suddenly shifting onto one foot his entire weight, his right knee would go up, almost as if to say "And I have a little captain in me that enjoys rolling around in my anus!" but would shoot his left arm behind him, elbow pointed backwards, hand flat and pointed diagonally towards the sky, and his right arm straight and true, elbow unbent, and hand aiming in the same parellel direction as the other. Perhaps there'd be a pause. And if there was, suddenly, the teacher would jump onto his other foot and shoot both hands parellel, aiming them at the nearest student to him without the intention to strike or hit as opposed to just striking a pose a few feet away from the others, staring at the person with massive vigor to encourage them to do the same with a "GO!"

"WITH ME!"

"INTO BED!"

"=D!?"