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“Regarding the matter of your grades this semester,” Professor Greedlove leaned over Timmy and let out a hot cloud of stale onion breath, “there can be no conclusion but that you lack the discipline needed for academic excellence.” The professor punctuated his remark with a rowdy fart.

Timmy wasn’t sure if he understood. Why was the professor so stinky?

“I demand excellence from my students,” said the Professor. He leaned against the desk, exposing his soaking armpit to Timmy nose. “Do you understand, young man?”

Timmy squeezed real hard and dropped a warm turd in his shorts. He looked up at Professor Greedlove for approval.

“I think so, sir.”