Episode 4 : Full of Shit!

Hah!
Thought I was going to stop dissing about PassTheShit day, didn't you?
Well, this is not really dissing that day, considering it got kind of fun after planning everything and hoping to see it work out.
Alright class, today we will be dissing about a certain someone who's being a generalissimo in school.
This particular lifeform
[.......wait.....scratch that.......]
This particular being
[......hold it........scrap that......]
(Kaeru: Biotch!)[....No....](Kaeru:Beyotch!)[.....No......]
This particular......uh........flatus inflated buffoon (Kaeru: That's all? Biotch Beyotch sounds better.) [So sue me.] is the same one that told us the orphanage story. Class, please refer to Episode 1 for reference if you got lost.
Generalissimo here first gave us the obvious you're-not-a-good-class-because-you-refuse-to-be-extorted look when we didn't say a thing about the games that we're suppose to be planning. So, we let that pass and got more involved.
Skip all the tiny info, all the planning done. One haunted house, check. One PS2 dancing challenge, check.
Hold it, buffoon's associate Mr. Buffuun wants the stage. Crap, we have to share it now?! You're the one who said we can have it in the first place. Fine, let's work it out, we'll be nice little extorted kiddies and share the humongous stage with your big boys.
Wait, now what? What the hell?! You want that freaking projector now? That's right in the middle of the stage! What about our space? Fine, you can have it. We'll dance somewhere else.
Now, lets bring back the flatus inflated flatulator buffoon. Fine, we'll settle for a class somewhere. We're trying really hard here to make it work. Just like you wanted.
What the shit?! Now you say we're suppose to concentrate on the haunted house only? Why do you want us to plan two things in the first place? Freaking flatulator buffoon. Waste our freaking time. Concentrate on the haunted house. It's not like missing the 5 of us from the haunted house it's going to crumble because we need 5 ghostlike pillars to scare the shit/crap/turd/whatever out of anything. And we definitely don't need the whole class just to make anything dance. So, zip it on the concentration part.
Here's my pity towards Mr. Buffuun and his minions. We're sorry to inform you that Generalissimo Flatus Inflated Flatulator-Buffoon has officially commandeered the stage for her flatulent filled boxes to be stacked there for no particular reasons other than to exploit the greed of humanity/alienity. My sincerest sympathy towards your victory and hard work in the battle for the stage with us going down the toilet bowl.
Well, what the heck. You can monopolise the freaking thing as much as you want, just don't come back blaming us when you didn't extort enough money.
Class dismissed.

Lex.
Signing off.

P.s. Everything tells me that there is going to be more before the week is up.