Ms. Finnster was about to give Mark a detention, but then she realized: he was already a shriveled up pile of edge. "Randall.. If you weren't a snitch, I would give YOU a detention." Ms. Finnster said before slam jamming the door. Randall just smirked and it looked demented. Randall's corduroys expanded with both direction and magnitude, he reached in them and pulled out c4 and planted it.