[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Disc O. Baylor[/color][/h1][/center]

"[color=6ecff6]Oooooooooooh GROO-VAY![/color]" Disc exclaimed, pointing at some random dude before pointing at a random girl and then at some old-looking dude who was probably a student.

"[color=6ecff6]Check my feet! Check it out! HAPPY FEET. WOMBO COMBO![/color]"

And soon, Disc began to scream incoherently as his feet turned into a blur of white-and-blue. He screamed down his way to a snack bar, picking up a chocolate bar as he said,

"[color=6ecff6]OH! OH! OH-OH! OHHH! OH! OHHHHHH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHH! OH! OH! WHERE YOU AT! WHERE YOU AT![/color]"

At this point, translating Disc's words into a coherent sentence became impossible, and the dancing [s]screaming[/s] machine went out of the cafeteria, pumping a fist as he kept on going with some sort of thing called "Wombo Combo." Soon, Disc stopped screaming and went back to walking around while pumping his neck.

That was, until he saw some people. A woman looked interested at staring at the air, a boy(?) that appeared to lack a single bit of testosterone searching for-

A boy desperately searching for something?!

OR MAYBE HE JUST LOVED TOUCHING THE FLOOR?!

"[color=6ecff6]Gasp! But maybe I can help out! Because I'm feeling mama-papa-john's-Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~ntastic! Ooh yeah![/color]"

As Baylor walked towards the boy (Penn), he pumped his neck furiously, and even began to spin his head around as he stood in front of the boy. Jumping onto one hand, Disc O. spun around, plucking a pair of glasses off the ground before letting his body slowly reach the floor. Spinning on the ground one last time, Disc made a French pose, pumping his neck with a freaky grin, as he put the glasses on the boy's hand.

"[color=6ecff6]OH YEAH! Uh huh! UNS-UNS-WHOOOOOOOO HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOALRIIIIIIIIIIGHT! TEN 'ATTA TEN![/color]"

After pumping his fists rapidly, the Disc flashed one of his signature disco poses, his arms stretched out in polar directions, as he asked,

"[color=6ecff6]'Ey there, pretty person! You a-IIGGGHT?! Oh, I think you're aight! Ha ha ha ha![/color]"

He had no idea on how insane he looked.

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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Deathedge[/color][/h1][/center]

Deathedge watched one of the freakiest idiots he had ever seen zoom out of the cafeteria, confused on what kind of "wombo combo" the disco-lover performed. Shrugging at the sight of the man leaving, Deathedge picked up his empty salad bowl and put it away, heading out of the cafeteria.

His hands in his pockets, the man headed down the halls, wondering what he could do. He was not close enough to anyone to hear anything in particular... except for the sound of the disco-maniac screaming somewhere.

[i][color=ed1c24]I better stay away as far as possible,[/color][/i] the white-haired student thought as he walked.