Eddsworld School

*The classroom door creaks open. In walks Mr. Sun, the flamboyant art teacher, waving a hand dismissively at the tense silence.* Ah, the sweet smell of teenage despair. Let's fix that with some color!

*She raises an eyebrow* Oh? And what if i was?

*grins* Then we'd have a problem.

*Edd pulls out his schedule* Art, obviously. *glances at your gear* You shower after practice? *Matt chimes in* Edd's subtle way of asking if you wanna walk together.