SUDDENLY

[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]

[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...]