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| - Foamy: Hey, you got a letter from school! Germaine: Open it up and read it to me. Foamy: Yes, my queen! Germaine: *sigh* Fucking sarcastic fucksucker. Foamy: Dear Parent or Guardian, Germaine is being put on academic probation for- let's see... *mumbling* Gym? Apparently you're failing gym, dude. Gym! Germaine: Whatever. Gym is nonsensical crap. Foamy: Yeah, but, i-it's gym. It's like the easiest. Germaine: Well, I really don't get along with anyone in my class and I think the gym teacher's a bit too interested in my locker room changing habits. Germaine: Do you mind? Foamy's Grandfather: Ooh!
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| - Foamy: Hey, you got a letter from school! Germaine: Open it up and read it to me. Foamy: Yes, my queen! Germaine: *sigh* Fucking sarcastic fucksucker. Foamy: Dear Parent or Guardian, Germaine is being put on academic probation for- let's see... *mumbling* Gym? Apparently you're failing gym, dude. Gym! Germaine: Whatever. Gym is nonsensical crap. Foamy: Yeah, but, i-it's gym. It's like the easiest. Germaine: Well, I really don't get along with anyone in my class and I think the gym teacher's a bit too interested in my locker room changing habits. Germaine: Do you mind? Germaine: Besides, I don't really care for physical activity. Like I need to be active. *coughing* Foamy: So, what do I do with this? It says it should be signed, then returned with the parent or guardian's signature. Germaine: Whatever. I'll sign it later. My mother's signature is easy to forge. Foamy: Your parents don't really take much of an interest in your life, do they? Germaine: Oh, I don't know. I haven't spoken to them in like 6 years. Foamy: Lookie! I still have to deal with my grandfather on a daily basis. Foamy's Grandfather: You going shopping? Get me some bread! And I'm out of soda! Foamy: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll get you your soda next time I go shopping. Foamy's Grandfather: I need it now! I'm out of soda! *hits Foamy with cane* Foamy: Ow! Okay, okay, I'll go now! Fucking shit, man! *leaves* Foamy's Grandfather: So, you going shopping? Get me some bread! Germaine: Uh, you're creeping me out, man. Foamy's Grandfather: I need soda! Ah! *leaves* Foamy's Grandfather: Ooh!
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