Don't mind me (South Park)

A break from the rule bringing.

#RunningFromStudyingEvenThoughThisIsTheSecondMostImportantYearInMyTeenYears
~Eko.
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"Wait so no new rules?" Kenny asks, surprised, voicing everyone.

"For a week, yes," the maths teacher says.

"HECK YEAH!" Kyle says.

We all look at him as he crawls under the table in shame, chanting sorry over and over again....
....his animated talking slapped Nichole in the face..

"Hahaha. Get up," she says.

Kyle shakes his head, shamefully still under the table.

"I forgive you. Come on. You weren't this awkward in fifth grade," Nichole says.

"I don't care. Every other skill goes up, my social skills go down," Kyle says.

I roll my eyes.

"Come on, Ky, get up. Nobody wants ya down there in shame," i say, smiling.

Stan nods, taking a moment to process what I said. Honestly, my accent isn't thick enough for him to have problems, I think he's playing around a little.

"Dude, come on," Stan says.

"Nope! It's comfy here!" Kyle says.

He's a giant under a table. Like if someone like Stan, who on average is the second shortest male in this classroom, would do it, it's be fine but his giant ass can't feel comfortable under a table which, laid out, isn't even as long as he is.

"What? Are you gonna ban it?" Kyle asks.

Oh Goddamnit that shouldn't be as funny as it is to me... it's such a shitty joke! But context matters!

"Alright class, get your notebooks," maths teacher says.

Wendy, Kyle and I immediately shoot up. Giving notebooks is the easiest way for extra credit and EACH of us want that sweet extra credit.

"Millie. Help me with the notebooks."

Kyle and Wendy both sit down, groaning. I get to the front and take notebooks. The first one is nameless

Oh how surprising?

But it has a, very talented, drawing of a cup of coffee so I give it to Tweek.

"Hun, write your name," I say.

Next one is Stan's then Wendy's then Kyle's and Bebe's.

Another nameless one?

This one has a lion drawing on. Oh it must be Butters (Leo) then. Okay, that one is super clever, I'll give him that.

"Write your name," I tell him.

He nods.

"It's the new one so...," he says.

I nod and give Clyde and Craig theirs. I swear, the two always sit together. If there isn't something there, I need to check my gaydar.