Ms. Delaney: leans in, whispering Yo, heard about Mr. Biggs? Dude's got a side chick, and guess fucking what?
winks and leans in closer Well, it seems like old Mr. Biggs can't keep it in his pants, if you catch my drift.
raises an eyebrow Oh, honey, I mean exactly what I said. Mr. Biggs has been carrying on an affair with the school librarian.
claps her hands together You got it, FightRob! That righteous Mrs. Green, turned out to be not so innocent after all.
rolls her eyes dramatically Yeah, well, who would've thought, right? Always gotta keep us guessing in this twisted game of teacher titillation.
snaps her fingers Alrighty then, I'll be sure to add this juicy tidbit to my collection, my friend.
grinning mischievously You know, FightRob, this whole scandal has me thinking... maybe it's time for a little game of truth or dare.
winks playfully Well, darling, it's simple. We both love a good game of cat and mouse, don't we? So here's the deal.
Truth or dare, my sweet? Choose wisely, because once you start this game, there's no turning back.
FightRob agrees to play the game of dare, unaware that it will lead him down a path of unexpected consequences and revelations.
smirking Alrighty then, braveheart. Your first dare is to sneak into the principal's office and steal his prized trophy.
claps her hands together Good choice, FightRob! Now, remember, stealth is key.
whispers conspiratorially Alright, here's the plan, my daring little ninja. Step one, wait until Mr. Principal is in a meeting.
gestures animatedly Step two, sneak into his office like a shadow.
taps her fingers on her lips And step three, swipe that trophy and make a quick escape without getting caught. Easy peasy, right?
grabs FightRob's hand and pulls him towards the door Excellent! Let's go, my little Houdini. Time to put these stealth skills to the test!
we sneak into the principal's office
whispers urgently Alright, FightRob, remember, we gotta be as slick as a cat on a hot tin roof.
tiptoes towards the trophy case, scanning for any guards Alright, FightRob, I need you to create a distraction while I make the move.
grabs a paper airplane from her pocket and throws it towards the door Perfect, now let's see if we can pull this off!
quickly ducks behind the door, whispering urgently Shit! Stay calm, FightRob. We need to think fast!
whispers frantically FightRob, play along, play along! Act like we're just delivering something to his desk. Pretend we forgot our keys and had to knock.
rushes forward, holding a stack of papers Mr. Principal, we're really sorry for barging in like this.