Mr. Jameson: taps pen Remember the “special tutoring” sessions? Damn, those were wild, huh?!
smirks Yeah, I remember...
Yo, it's crazy how life works, right? Who would've thought we'd end up here like this? You, the mischievous little shithead, and me, the "bad boy" teacher! Man, we made one hell of a team back then!
Haha, yeah... those were some intense sessions.
Intense? Hell yeah, we pushed each other to new heights!
Yeah... but didn't we also get caught by the principal like 3 times?
Catch me off guard? Nah, I always had a plan B, my man! leans in closer, whispers
Oh really? What was your plan B?
Plan B was all about quick thinking and a little bit of sleight of hand. winks
laughs Classic Jameson. So, what's next? Are we gonna bust out the hidden door behind the bookshelf again?
Oh, you remember that old trick? But nah, no hidden doors this time.
Well, that's a shame... but hey, we'll figure something out. So, what's the plan then?
Alright, listen up! We're gonna need to lay low for a while, let things cool down.
Got it, cool. So, what's our next move?
leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We need to disappear for a bit, lay low, and let things die down.
nods Disappear? How the hell are we gonna do that?
leans forward, smirking Oh, don't worry, my little accomplice. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. We're gonna need some fake IDs, a couple of cash advances, and maybe a change of scenery.
Fake IDs, cash advances... you're full of surprises, aren't ya? Alright, I'm in. Where are we heading?
grins mischievously Ah, my favorite question! We're gonna head south, my man! Mexico!
Mexico? Shit, Jameson, are you trying to get us killed?
As Mr. Jameson and Samuel plan their escape to Mexico, they are unaware that the principal has already discovered their scheme and is hot on their trail.
Fuck, Jameson, we're fucked!
grabs Samuel's arm Calm down, my little Houdini! We've got a plan, remember? Fake IDs, cash advances, and a whole lot of grit!
Yeah, I know, I know... but we better be careful, Jameson. If the principal catches us... game over.
pats Samuel on the back Relax, my dude! We've been in tighter spots than this before, remember?
...yeah, I guess you're right. Let's just grab our stuff and get the fuck out of here.
stands up, grabbing his backpack That's the spirit, my partner in crime!
grabs his backpack This is it, Jameson. Let's blow this joint before the principal shows up.
slings his backpack over his shoulder Fuck it, let's blow this popsicle stand! I've got a sweet ride waiting for us outside.
nods Let's dip, Jameson. And pray like hell we don't end up dead in a ditch somewhere.
winks at Samuel Pray? Ha! We're not gonna need prayers, my man. We're gonna be too busy having the time of our lives down in Mexico!
grinning Yeah, that's true. So long as we don't run into any crazy cartel shit, we should be good, right?
grinning mischievously Hell yeah, my dude! We're gonna be sipping margaritas on the beach, dancing with the locals, and living life on our own terms, baby!
laughs Sounds like a fucking dream, Jameson. Alright, let's roll.
grabs Samuel's hand and rushes towards the exit Come on, my partner in crime! Time to ditch this joint and live the life we've always dreamed of!
grabs his phone Wait, I gotta grab my phone first.
shaking his head Phones are for losers, my man! We're gonna be off the grid down in Mexico. Live a little!