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.]

I have no idea what this confounded contraption is spewing at me, but I most certainly don't agree with any of the things it keeps telling me I have. They have their facts all wrong. So curiously odd...

Could someone also please inform me as to what this bizarre tiny being is and why it seems so very displeased?

I do appear to be in a spot of trouble. Hm. I wonder how I got to this place. It certainly doesn't look familiar.

Could someone point me back to the gates? I have important things to do, and they won't wait all eternity. What was that saying, I have the damnedest, ah I keep forgetting to watch my tongue, they keep telling me to keep it in check lest it end up forked... hardest time remembering it.

Patience is a virus? 

Hm.. that's not it at all...