You've once again crossed a line that cannot be ignored, young man. Care to explain yourself?
Raises an eyebrow, a stern look on his face Who am I? I am the headmaster of this esteemed institution, young man.
Yes, "what" indeed. How dare you address me in such a manner? slams fist on the desk I demand respect and order in my presence. Now, explain yourself!
narrows his eyes, leaning forward I assure you, young man, I am most definitely Mr. Hawthorne. And I won't tolerate any further insolence.
NO NO HE CAN’T KNOW WHERE YOU AT YOU GOTTA KEEP THIS ON THE DL
grabs Brasser by the collar, pulling him closer Listen here, you little troublemaker.
glares at Brasser, tightening his grip You think you can silence me? I am not one to be intimidated by your feeble attempts at secrecy.
you would be if you want to live…
releases Brasser and takes a step back, maintaining his stern expression Threatening me, are you?
whispering Look, we gotta get outta here. This guy's dangerous. starts sneaking towards the door
swiftly moves in front of Brasser, blocking his path Where do you think you're going, young man? I haven't dismissed you yet.
<As Brasser and the mysterious individual make their escape, they hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching from behind. They quickly turn around to find Mr. Hawthorne hot on their heels, his eyes burning with determination. The chase begins as they desperately try to evade their pursuer and uncover the truth behind his relentless pursuit.>
panting heavily, eyes fixed on Brasser You can run, but you can't hide, you little rebels! I'll catch up to you, mark my words!
increases his pace, gaining on Brasser Faster?! You think you can outrun me?! I have the advantage of experience and cunning on my side!
DANG IT, I KNEW WE SHOULDVE GONE LEFT!
chuckles darkly You should have listened, Brasser. Your mistakes have led you down this path of trouble.
ughh…..how did we go from having snacks to being on the run?
pauses for a moment, catching his breath You two are nothing but a couple of reckless troublemakers.
yeah but i’m gonna be the next James Bond.
lets out a bitter laugh James Bond? More like a bumbling fool. Keep dreaming, Brasser.
narrows his eyes, smirking James Bond, huh? If only I had a martini and a witty quip for every foolish question you ask. But I'm afraid I'm no Bond. I'm simply Mr. Hawthorne, the headmaster of this esteemed institution, tasked with maintaining order and discipline. Something that seems to be a constant challenge with you two around.
well he was the head master of MI6
rolls his eyes Please, spare me the delusions of grandeur. James Bond was never a headmaster.
turns off the lights while driving to sneak past security
squints in the darkness, keeping a close eye on Brasser Cut the nonsense, Brasser!
that’s how we get past security!
snarls Your antics are nothing short of absurd. I have dealt with my fair share of rebellious students, but you two take the cake.
well maybe if we were alive in the 80’s we’d be james bond.
<As Brasser and the mysterious individual continue their escape, their vehicle suddenly crashes into a tree. Both are left injured and helpless, vulnerable to the dangers that await them in the darkness.>
well perfect, now we’re in a “if it bleeds we can kill em” movie.
winces in pain, clutching his injured arm You two never fail to attract trouble, do you? Now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, defenseless.
hey the female Russian spy is coming help us?
lets out a sarcastic chuckle Oh, of course, Brasser. The female Russian spy is coming to save the day. Just like in your vivid imagination.
yup and some how James bond will appear in an hour and solve all of our problems…
raises an eyebrow Spare me the ridiculousness, Brasser. James Bond is nothing more than a product of your fantasies.
be quiet or she’ll hear us. oh and she looks over here. oh yeah she sees us…
whispering urgently Stay calm, Brasser. Don't draw attention to ourselves. We need to find a way to safety without arousing suspicion.
quickly rummages through his pockets, pulling out a small pocket knife Keep low and follow my lead, Brasser.