At school the next day, Mr. Lancer noticed he'd been getting some strange looks from the other teachers and students and it took him a while to realize that it was because one of the buttons on his shirt had blown off and a few inches of his hairy gut was visible. "Crap!" He said to himself as he ducked into the nearest men's restroom, "this must have happened second period. I remember feeling a relief of pressure down there as I sat down but I never thought I could be outgrowing shirts already. What am I gonna do the rest of the day? I know I'll staple it!"
Hurridly Mr. Lancer ran back to his classroom with his hands awkwardly covering the gap and awkwardly scrambled to staple the two flaps of his shirt together without anyone noticing. "Phew."
"Mr. Lancer," came a voice from behind, "Having fun over there?" It was Danny Fenton, the secret object of Mr. Lancer's affections.
Mr. Lancer turned around and started to smile but remembered he had to keep up the act of being mean at least until he had Danny's trust. "Yes, yes I was having fun Mr. Fenton," Lancer said meanly, "Now get to class!" He then stormed off to the cafeteria for lunch. The rest of the day went smoothly for Lancer, and luckily it was Friday so he was free to stuff himself all weekend long.
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