"Sit down, Ma'am," said Prometheus, steepling his fingers and squinting his eyes.

The teacher sits down.

"I've been hearing complaints about you. Apparently, a student had a panic attack when he was in your class..." said Prometheus. "And by 'a' student, I mean students. Including one of my own."

"Please, sir. Do NOT be biased about-..."

"Oh, I'm not. I'm biased for a different reason." He gave a stern stare at her. "Now, let us review your case. You yelled at a student for using slang around you. You yelled at another student for asking you what a word means when you asked her to recite what she had read."

"She should've read," said the teacher.

"Her? Why should she respect you? You clearly mocked her intelligence for raising your voice just because she asked you a question. You are a teacher."

"I am a professor."

"Yes. Exactly. And I hired you for lectures. Not to scold. You clearly insulted her intelligence here. Okay... Let's see, here. Mhm. You mocked the student. You practically are harmful to the student's morale and confidence. You may only get from a slap on the wrist of this... But I won't let that happen."

"Why not? I was only doing traditional teaching."

Prometheus laughs. "'Traditional teaching...'" Prometheus takes out seven medications all for his mental health: Two pills of Risperidone, a couple pills of Valproic acid, a pill of Quetiapene, and two pills of Sertraline. "Do you see these?"

"Those are pills..."

"These... are the result of your kind's 'traditional teaching'. A result of your trauma passed down to us rather... irresponsibly. My world no longer has traditional teachers. I have perfected the art completely and taken down the old world."

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"For SAYING AN OPINION!?!?"

"You are a TEACHER. Do you NOT REALIZE the power you hold!?"

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE!!!"

"SHUT UP!!! YOU DON'T GET TO TALK BACK AT ME!!! NEVER GODDAMNED AGAIN!!!" growled Prometheus.

"I'm sorry."

"NO!!! I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD CLEARLY BE SORRY!!! YOU'RE APOLOGIZING TO MEEE!?!?!"

"Excuse me?"

"And how does THAT... make you feel?"

"I have thicker skin than-..."

"Shut up. That's a mask... A ploy to avoid each and every one of your insecurities. How does that make you feel...?"

"Annoyed. Frustrated."

"Exactly. I don't want to mock you. I don't wish to call you stupid."

"It is their responsibility to read."

"Just because it was your generation's responsibility, it doesn't mean you can enforce your trauma back to them. You're an adult, for God's sake! I mean, I get it! Really! Just last holiday season, I neglected my adopted grandson and he fed himself to a bunch of crocodiles in a zoo we visited! Sometimes, I do it, too!"

"You did what-?"

"But more importantly! Times are changing. Stop criticizing their generation. Stop breaking their morale. Boost it! Equip what seems like weaknesses into this gen's strength and use it for you advantage to conquer more-! I mean, make the world a better place!"

"I don't agree with your imperialist view but... I understand what you're saying."

"Yeah. Gets?"

"You're using slang. Isn't this supposed to be an academic meeting?"

"There is no point in academics unless boundaries of respect are drawn. In BOTH students."

"I'll... try harder, sir."

"Thank you."

The teacher smiles, nods respectfully, and walks outside of the room.

Jedan walks in pulling a vending machine with his stretchy hand.

"Did you trap Miguel in again?" asked Prometheus, sighing.

Jedan turns the whole vending machine around and Prometheus sees Miguel in the vending machine.

"I was trying to teleport the cans of soda out of the machine... Turns out uh... this is a machine for hot drinks, apparently? And... my skin... is burning..." said Miguel, with his face squished up on the vending machine.

Prometheus waves his hand and Miguel magically phases out of the machine.

"AH!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!" growled Miguel. "AAAAHahhahahahaha..."

"Hey, Miguel? Jedan?" smiled Prometheus.

"Yeah-?"

"GET BACK TO CLASS!!!" he growled.

"Yes sir," Miguel and Jedan run outside.

Prometheus activates his Holo-Watch. "Log 12 of Main World. I am surrounded by idiots. I think I have to double my medication bills. But then again, I really have hope for this world, y'know? I do believe that generations can change for the better and that the children of the world has ho-..."

Jedan pulls another vending machine back in Prometheus' office.

"OH GODDAMN IT!!!" roared Prometheus, slamming the table and facepalming.