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[blueburnshotter]

[CONGRATULATIONS, SMASH, YOU HAVE ACQUIRED ONE [1] GYM COACH. Just roll with it. Whether you are a student or a curious passerby, there is quite a gorgeous looking fellow out by the track, surveying his new domain. Or what will be his. Eventually. The paperwork was kind of... eaten by shadow bugs. Not that he knows that..]

Surely a fighting school must only admit those with a strong fighting spirit... [Which makes this mission kind of exciting.] All right, Smash Academy, show me what you're made of!

[Is he talking to himself? Is he calling out passers-by? Has he somehow gathered a class before things are official anyway? WHO KNOWS.]

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[racing_raptor]

[Has that floating car been there the whole time? Sure, why not. And so has it's owner. Or, renter at least.]

You're the strong fighting spirit? What strength your hair has!

[blueburnshotter]

[You know what, when you've done shit like take day trips to outer space just to encourage a guy to sell shoes to aliens, you forfeit all right to even be surprised at talking, driving dinosaurs. Although he can't really say he was expecting it, either.

He does appreciate the compliment on his hair, sarcasm or not. He takes damn good care of it, after all.]

And what a bold spirit you are!

[What strength those teeth have... He should probably make something clear from the get-go.]

But I'm not here to fight in the way you might be thinking.

[racing_raptor]

[The lizard man smiles. Or he would, if lizard people could smile effectively. It looks more like he finds you tasty. He might find you tasty.]

You cannot know what I am thinking! Do not try to read my thoughts, for it is not possible.

[He waves his hands around his head, showing off a keen protective barrier. It's okay if you can't see it. It's invisible to plain eyes.]

If you are not here for a race, what ARE you here for, Goldilocks?

[blueburnshotter]

[Alright, racing isn't what he was thinking that Godzilla here was thinking either. You're safe from mind-reading this time, Bio Rex.]

I am here to help, of course. Who is more in need of unlocking their hidden potential than today's youth?

[Well, lots of people, but that's why the rest of his team stayed home. Hold on, the leaves over yonder are rustling in the trees, maybe if he pauses for a second he- yes, there. A perfect dramatic breeze kicking up to set the mood and set his hair billowing out behind him.]

My job is to set their souls ablaze with hope and determination! To help them learn to help themselves and each other!

[Thank you, well-timed wind, you may go.]

There is no nobler cause.

[racing_raptor]

[Blink. Blink. Scratch face idly.]

So you're a teacher? A teacher that stops talking randomly to strike weird poses.

Are you the cheerleading teacher? I had cheerleaders once.

[blueburnshotter]

[No, not weird. They're cool. They are so cool and dramatic and masculine. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, DINOBOT. Please fawn over him, he loves the attention.]

I'll be teaching Phys. Ed., actually, but I'm very impressed that you know I am also a cheerleader.

[There is going to be an obscene amount of cheering in his curriculum, so cheerleading teacher is kind of half right anyway...]