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“What’s this?” Chang asked as Duncan was just suspended.
“A roll of quarters, why?” A drunk Duncan responded.
Chang sucker punched Duncan and jumped on his back and wrestled him down. The two people dressed up as Dalmatians attempted to separate them as the Dean lightly spanked one of the Dalmatians pulling Chang away.
As Chang was being dragged out of the cafeteria, Duncan got back to his feet, still clearly shaken and drunk.
“I’m going to fight that bastard outside!” Duncan said as he marched towards the door.
“Ian, wait!” The Dean said as he caught up with Duncan at the door.
“What now, Dean?” Duncan said as he had one foot outside the door.
“If you agree not to fight him, I’ll make sure that he won’t be in any of your classes next year.” The Dean replied, trying to not make the school’s reputation worse than it already is.
“Fine, but you have to pay the $85 dollar fee for a restraining order for me against him.” Duncan responded, eager to use the restraining order for immoral intentions.
The Dean sighed.
“I’ll do it, Ian. Now please leave. You are still suspended and I do not want you to make this dance even worse than it already is.” The Dean said, walking away.
“All right my friends, let’s go dance!” The Dean exclaimed, holding both Dalmatians at his sides.
Before Duncan left, he squatted down and picked up the roll of quarters used to hit him across his face.
He smiled devilishly and put them into his pocket, saving them for later use.
FLASH FORWARD TO BASIC INTERGLUTEAL NUMISMATICS
After Annie left his office, Duncan stared at the roll of quarters on top of his cupboard.
Duncan thought to himself.
“Maybe before going to the dance and getting Britta, I could crack Chang in a crowded hallway. His ridiculous outfit is terrible and I haven’t had the chance to use this yet.” Duncan thought as he gleefully stood up and took the roll off his cupboard.
He then marched out of his office and went towards the dance, hoping to find Chang along the way.
As he entered a crowded hallway with no Chang in sight, and really only thinking about getting Britta, he decided to just go to the dance and give Britta a "British high five" and maybe have a "game of slap and tickle" outside; he really hoped that she was drunk at this point. Anyways, his rivalry with Chang was really now just water under the bridge and he didn’t want to be mistaken for the Ass Crack Bandit.
Duncan chuckled as he made his way across the hallway before he stopped in the middle of the hallway.
“Oh, bloody hell! My shoe is untied by British standards.” Duncan said with a hint of anger in his voice.
He sighed and squatted down, oblivious to the fact that he could get cracked at any moment.
“Uh, here we go. One bunny, two bunnies.” Duncan said as he began retying his shoe.
A glove with a quarter came from out of the smoke and then cracked Duncan.
“Oh, get Britta!” Duncan yelled after getting cracked.
Chaos erupted as people began to freak out and move out of the hallway.
As he laid there amidst the chaos, with his eyes half open, he saw his roll of quarters on the ground, three feet in front of him.
As he looked up, he saw a shadowy figure with a long object hanging from its face.
The figure gave him a little wave as it walked away.