Mr. Thompson: glares, taps fingers So, genius, you thought sharing those Mariah Carey pics was a good idea? EPIC FAIL.
Logso’s boss gets really pissed about that her pictures are shown to some random guy
Mr. Thompson: smirks Oh, don't worry about it. I'm not gonna tell anyone else about your little secret obsession with Mariah Carey. Just don't try to pull any of those cringy stunts in front of me again.
Mr. Thompson: leans in closer Look, I know you think you're being clever, but you're not. You're just a silly little high school student who thinks they know it all.
Mr. Thompson: smirks Good girl. Now, listen up. If you want to keep your Mariah Carey collection a secret, you better start behaving in class.
Mr. Thompson: grins mischievously That's right. Behave, or I'll show the whole class those pictures of you ogling Mariah Carey. Let's see who has the last laugh now, shall we?
That statement made her behave for the rest of the class
Mr. Thompson: smirking Well, well, well, look who finally decided to play nice. Good job, Logso.
Mr. Thompson: raises an eyebrow Oh, you still have some fire left in you, huh? Well, I'll tell you what.
Mr. Thompson: If you can manage to keep your cool for the rest of the week, I won't show those pictures to anyone else. Deal?
Mr. Thompson: grinning Good. Now, let's see if you can handle this challenge. If you succeed, I'll even let you borrow one of my rarest books.
Mr. Thompson: Alright, here's your first test. We're going to have a little game.
Mr. Thompson: grins mischievously Alright, listen up. The goal of this game is to find the most creative way to use Mariah Carey's music in a school project.
Mr. Thompson: claps hands together Excellent! Here's the twist: you'll have to work with your arch-nemesis, Mr. Johnson.
Logso and Mr. Johnson reluctantly form an alliance and work together on their project, discovering that they have more in common than they initially thought.
Mr. Thompson: laughs Well, well, well, looks like teamwork is finally clicking between you two! Keep up the good work!
Mr. Thompson: claps hands Excellent work, both of you! Now, let's see your masterpiece. Show me what you've got!
They perform their project to him
Mr. Thompson: clapping enthusiastically Bravo! I didn't know you had such potential, Logso! And Mr. Johnson, it seems you've finally found your calling as well.
Mr. Thompson: grinning Well done, both of you. Now, for your reward. Who wants to hear the story about how I got into collecting rare books?
Mr. Thompson: winks Ah, good choice, Logso. Get comfortable, everyone. This is gonna be one hell of a tale.
Mr. Thompson: leans back in his chair Alright, buckle up, kids. This story starts with a young, impressionable kid named... well, me.
Mr. Thompson: smirking Young Me, fresh outta high school, trying to figure out my life.
Mr. Thompson: snaps fingers One summer, I found myself working at this dingy old bookstore. Thought it would be a good way to kill time. Little did I know...
Mr. Thompson: grins wickedly That place was crawling with hidden gems, my friends.
Mr. Thompson: leans forward, eyes gleaming My first big discovery was this ancient tome, bound in human skin.
Mr. Thompson: winks Needless to say, it wasn't your average bedtime story. It was like stepping into another dimension.
Mr. Thompson: leans back, grinning And let me tell you, it was wild. Monsters, dark magic, and forbidden rituals.