Paul Powell knocked and entered the office, anxiously saying, "Teacher Chaucer, Pantheon has a stomachache." As he spoke, he forcefully twisted Pantheon's arm.
"Ah!" Pantheon yelped, the pain nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
'Screw you, Paul Powell!'
He started acting, clutching his stomach and moaning softly.
Gabe Chaucer pushed up his glasses, his "laser" eyes scanning back and forth between the two boys, unimpressed. "I'll take you to the school nurse to get it checked out."
After so many years as a head teacher, he could tell if they were faking with just one look.
These were all tricks he'd pulled himself when he was young.
Pantheon and Paul Powell: "..."
Pantheon, still clutching his stomach, waved his hands. "No need, Teacher Chaucer. I feel much better now. I can tough it out." With that, he and Paul Powell left the office.
