You take a look at Dennis, the smartest motherfucker in school. Unaffected by the changes in reality aside from viewing this class as a part of his school day, he looks up from his novel and gives you a disgusted glare.
“How are you hanging?” Dennis asks you, noticing your smug pride.
“Just fine,” you say. “How about you? Liking the class?”
Dennis turns to face you and sighs.
“Despite the horrid contents of this class, I’ve never rebelled against it,” he says, rather casually. “It is a free period, and Mrs. Piece of Shit is a very liberal woman. It’s a great source of time to do other things.”
He’s very much right, but unfortunately, wise guy Dennis is going to be your mere plaything from here on out.