“She’s only doing her job, she doesn’t hate you. You’re a very kind boy, Davey. I know she loves you.”

“It’s all part of the great show, my son.”

“And a VERY special day to you all.” - He looks… ACTUALLY HAPPY? -

“No, they are not my employees. We already have a space teacher, we don’t need another one, let alone TWO more.”

“And you look passable for over a million years, I’m assuming.”

“A bit of both, I suppose.”

“And what’s your name, hmm? I’d like to know who’s conversing with my employees, and I’d quite like to know who intends to speak to their boss like that.”

“Mr. Roy. Gribbleston.” - He’s harnessing all his strength not to snap her wrist like a twig. -

“That WORM does not represent me or my teachers. He doesn’t even represent his OWN COMPANY.”

“Well, we can’t all have such wonderful names as…” “Hmm. I’ve already forgotten.”

“A WHAT, PERSAY, MR. WORM?”

“And what would that entail?”

“A WHAT, YOU SPINELESS, SICKLY, BARGIN BIN SCARF???”

“It must cause a cavalcade of medical problems. All those organs without a proper torso to reside in.”

“Now, back to your hole. I do wonder… How you intend to keep others from being insulted when you can’t even do that for yourself.”

- He gives a dismissive hand wave. - “Yes, of course I am. Out of my sight.”

“Truly a freak in the least interesting or productive way. Maybe you and the worm could be friends.”

“So he’s finally made a real friend instead of just lying through his teeth about all the ones he has. Well, enjoy that. We’ll see how long this one lasts.”

♬ Radical ♬: *COUGH* *W H E E Z E*