It’s a long while before someone else joins you back here, the bus stops several times and you hear the driver talking to several boys, but they all seem to just go along… until a deeper voice than the rest straight up tells the man to fuck off loudly and apparently just takes his member back off the dash. The whole bus goes quiet on the other side of the screen and you can feel the tension even on your side of the screen… and then the bus driver laughs and applauds the young man and sends him on his way.
This of course upsets the other boys that got on, and you hear arguing up front but the bus driver cuts above it all saying: “Look, you boys had your shot to stand up to me when you got on and blew it, now your pricks are really staying up here with me until you get camp, they’re very stuck to the dash, try and remove them if you want, they won’t budge until your instructors take them off, and not long after that it’ll be up to you if you get them back.”
“What do you mean up to us?
“Not my place to say, now sit back down.”
There are murmurs of discontent, but the bus settles back down as the curtain parts to reveal:
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