Thread:Aartistboy714/@comment-30953185-20171123003339/@comment-31541999-20171207034100

(Then cut to Mrs. Johnson's classroom where she was grading papers, until...)

Wretched: (slamming the door open) Need some help with all that paper work?

Mrs. Johnson: (startled) Lincoln!

Wretched: (frowning) Wretched!

Mrs. Johnson: (to Wretched; scared and confused) W-What are you doing here during your lunch period?

Wretched: (smirking) Just thought I’d drop by and see how I could- (making quotation marks with his fingers) “-help” you.

Mrs. Johnson: (scared and confused) W-With what?

Wretched: (smiling sinisterly) With paper work. (grabs a stapler from Mrs. Johnson's desk)

Mrs. Johnson: (scared and confused) W-What are you going to do w-

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

(Mrs. Johnson is now stapled onto the wall of her classroom.)

Wretched: (holding a black marker; smiling sinisterly) How about I grade you?

(Cut to outside of the classroom where Mrs. Johnson screams as Wretched draws all over her.)

Wretched: (leaving the classroom) Hope that helped! (laughs evilly)