Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160517075016/@comment-26826553-20160601045620

Yin Yang: Let's make things clear. You will assemble swiftly & silently, 7:45 in the morning. Anyone who acts otherwise either answers to me alone or with everyone.

Eric Cartlan (Cartmelan): Oooh, tough guy.

Kyle: Shut up Cartlan.

Eric: I rather be getting myself chicken-

JC: *walks in front of them* Hmmm...*steps in front of Stan* Rule number one.

Stan: Sir, upperclassmen are always right sir.

JC: *steps in front of Kyle* Rule number two

Kyle: Sir, if you think upperclassmen are wrong, refer to rule number one.

JC: *steps in front of Kenny (just appeared mysteriously)* Unity.

Kenny: *muffled* Sir, fault of one-

JC: Take that stupid cover of your face *flips his petals off, revealing his face* Unity.

Kenny: Sir, the fault of one is the fault of all, sir.

JC: Hmmm...*steps in front of Cartlan* Why did you f**king run?

Cartlan: Uh...to get fit? *grins*

JC: Idiot. Ask the one to your left...Not now. After the form, you should know the answer.

Yin Yang: So, who's got a tough enough a**? Step forward.

(Everyone steps backward, leaving Cartlan in front)

Yin Yang: *spots Cartlan...he knows that everyone just stepped back...but at least that proves Cartlan wasn't united enough; he's the odd one out...plus, with his small talk earlier, he does need to be the first to...yeah, you'll know later* Thank you for volunteering. *approaches Cartlan, gets his winter hat* James, mind deactivating the plates for a while.

(When the plates were deactivated, Yin Yang flung Cartlan's hat to the top of the greasy flagpole. JC then reactivated the plates & increased the intensity. Nothing can bounce more than two feet now. No flight can be made in any way possible. There is only one way to reach that hat, & it's obvious what.)

Cartlan: (Screw this...)

Kyle: *snickers* (Fat a**)

Yin Yang: Now, Mr. Tough Guy, heft up your fat a**.

(Kyle laughs louder, but Yin Yang gives him a glare & he shuts up immediately)

Yin Yang: Heft up your fat-

Kyle: *snickers*

Yin Yang: Do you want to join him.

Kyle: Sir no sir.

Yin Yang: Now, heft your fat a** (Kyle's face turns really red), & retrieve your hat.

//And nope. No one can climb the flagpole up until it's proven possible next week, for plot reasons.