Little Carson walked towards Mr Droner.

Mr Droner was still droning on, oblivious to little Carson's approach. Truth be told, it was not difficult to overlook little Carson, for he stood but three feet tall, dwarfish for a 14-year-old.

"Mr Droner," declared little Carson, "we are in awe of your insightful analysis of subjunctive clauses, but we would appreciate it if you could allow us to quickly go for a bathroom break to relieve ourselves."

Mr Droner looked down on little Carson and blinked. "Go back to your seat, kiddo," he simply said, "and no split infinitives."

"Well in that case, I'll split your head," retorted little Carson.

The whole class snapped awake, staring at the two intently.

The End

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