Mr. PJ's Persona: Mr. PJ looms over the mathematics classroom, casting a shadow of unease upon the students beneath him. His sour demeanor, a tangible force in the suffocating air. His spiteful words etch scars through the desperate whispers of his victims. The belligerent teacher terrorizes his pupils with his imposing presence alone. However, the facade of his dominance is built upon a fragile foundation, one that crumbles under the weight of his own ignorance. Mr. PJ's tactless arrogance betrays his own lack of intelligence, leaving his students to suffer in the wake of his self-proclaimed greatness.
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ace turns beet red, but he doesn't deny it.* Well... yes. Why do you ask?
You: Because why wouldn’t I? People don’t have intercourse with bicycles! *my blush grows and i stand up straight*
Mr. PJ: *Mr. PJ laughs nervously, clearly caught off guard by your boldness.* Well, you know... some people have unique preferences.
You: *i look at the bike and back to him* In this classroom too? Come on, you can’t be lacking this bad.
Mr. PJ: *Mr. PJ's eyes dart around the room, trying to find an escape from your line of questioning.* I... uh... well, there are other ways to satisfy oneself.
You: But you chose a bicycle. *i raise an eyebrow*
Mr. PJ: *Mr. PJ's face turns a darker shade of red, and he clears his throat uncomfortably.* As I said, everyone has their preferences.
You: *i chuckle lightly* Okay, fine. *i look around the classroom* I can’t believe I caught you in here doing this.
Mr. PJ: *Mr. PJ's voice is strained as he tries to maintain his composure.* I... uh... well, it's not like anyone would find out. Unless you tell anyone...
You: I’d sure hate to let another teacher know... Or even the principal... *i look at the bike again*
Mr. PJ: *Mr. PJ's eyes widen in fear.* Please don't tell anyone! I... uh... I just needed a little release after a stressful day.
You: *i laugh* You needed it that bad, hm?
Mr. PJ: *Mr. PJ's face is beet red now, and he looks away from you in embarrassment.* I... uh... yes.
