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| OK class. Who can tell me why I got stuck with so many mutants in my class this year? | |
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| Oh oh! Pick me! Pick me! Or I will cast me death ray on you! | |
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| Look! I have both hands raised, so you have to pick me! If that's not enough, I've got 17 more in my locker. | |
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| Uh oh. I think my brain is trying to escape again. Good thing I applied that plastisizing lotion to my scalp this morning. | |
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| Um, Mr. Teacher, I have to go to the bathroom or I'm gonna take a dump of ash right on the floor again! | |
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