Mr.G had been in hell that morning. He was a his favorite pub, saying good bye to some old friends before he left. Then, to celebrate the occasion, as one does not always get accepted to a school for gifted individuals, Mr.G had a drink. And then another. About 10 or 15 Hell on the Rocks, and one pink martini, He realized he was late. Making his way to his HellGoat, a Fiery Goat from, well, Hell, he bumped into about three garbage cans and a cat. Hoping up on his steed, he yelled [b]"High-ho silver, away!"[/b] The Goat then sped off, creating a portal to the school grounds.

When he exited the portal, the HellGoat stopped to let him off. Then, he fell flat onto his face. [b]"Snow? I thought it was summer. Wait, its always summer in Hell."[/b] burping, he got up. Walking, well, more like stumbling, over to the grand doors, he opened them. [b]"It must be dinner! I must get to the dinning hall."[/b], Mr.G narrated. Running, he made his way to the dinning hall. Slamming open the doors, he shouted

[center][b]"MR.G HAS MADE IT! LET ME HEAR YOU GO WOOP?"[/B][/center]

upon hearing no woop, he sat down next to the girl eating and showing off a knife. [b]" That's not a Knife."[/b] taking the knife, he put it in his hand, and it melted. Taking the melted metal, he cupped it in his hands, creating a new knife. This one was more Hellish, with a goats head as the Hilt, and a dark blade. [b]" That's a Knife. Now, that used up almost most of my Demon Essence, so, I'm going to take a nap now."[/b] He falls face first into some mashed potatoes.