Anthony J. Crowley

[Crowley is sprawled out on the grass of what looks like a football field, a trail of smoke wisping up from where he is laying. He looks younger, although the usual sunglasses cover his eyes. His hands are behind his head, one leg draped over his knee as he watches the sky. In the distance the sound of a school bell ringing can be heard.]

Tch. Who needs that bullshit anyway. I have way more class than any of those jokes of classes I have to take.

[He reaches one arm up to grab the cigarette, snuffing it out in the grass next to him.]

Absolute bloody nonsense. Doesn't matter anyway. They'll still give me the As I deserve. Hm... I wonder what the Professor is up to...

[He looks at the camera, as if suddenly noticing it's there, and one eyebrow raises above his sunglasses. A sinister smirk is on his lips, like a snake who's caught a mouse.]

Anyone want to do my homework? It's far too dull for me. I'll give you anything you want.

[He reaches toward the camera, and the video goes black.]