I think your onto something there red.
“aw, hell yeah!” Red turns and pulls out his notebook. “see, look, i been takin’ notes n'shit. this chick is gonna get her mind fuckin’ BLOWN. first, i’m gonna–”“i said get out of my classroom, you jackass!” Foxtrot growls, landing a sharp knee in Red’s nonexistent stomach, making the edgy skeleton sputter and drop his notebook as Foxtrot sends him flying out the door. “jeez.”He turns, and stoops to pick up the notebook. His blush returns with a vengeance as he sees the diagrams and Red’s chicken-scratch decribing his “27-step plan to destroy the pussy”.…“ah, hell,” he coughs, flipping it closed and sliding it into his desk drawer. “i’ll, uh, return it later.”














