It was when he was still in school.
We sit on history, and we have annual control work. Prepod young and very strict if burned, driven out and put a pair. Your submissive servant is sitting there and so extremely quickly scatters the answers from the textbook. Prep notices this.
Give the textbook and go out of class.
I: * Making movement like the оби-van whistling with the attackers in 4 episodes * you don't need my textbook.
And precisely at this time at the preacher's phone rings on which the melody, rightly, the imperial march. He stumbled and did not expel.
In a few weeks, the control is already in algebra. I sit down, it doesn’t work. Here, in a rush of emotions, I scream to the whole class "I AM THE GREAT SITH!"
At that moment, the electricity is turned off all over the school and we are released home.

Where can I get a light sword?