004 [video, action]
[Gig's having fun with the permanent records again, from the looks of it. He's rifling through them and pulling files out seemingly at random. Once he has a decent-sized pile, he picks them up and address the screen.]
Listen up, maggots. The following people have got detention:
...Abba...? ABA? The hell kinda name is that? Parents didn't like you much, did they, Dancing Queen?
Whatever. ABA, Axl, Guntz, Dr. Emmerich, Hawkeye, Ivy, Jill, Kanji, Kevin, Klonoa, Max, Metalman, Pliskin, Random, Sam, Sparkster, Splash Woman, Zero, and... [Just to be a dick, Gig pulls one more file out and adds it to the heap.] Winnie the... whoa, and I thought ABBA was a shitty name.
20 people is a bit much for my office, so we'll be meeting in the common room. All of you, be there at 8 PM sharp. If any of you make me go and hunt you down, I'm bringing what's left of you back in a paper bag and making everyone else eat it. Hey, kid... you're coming too, right? You won't wanna miss this.
Oh, and before I forget... Huxley. Get over here. You get a special detention all your own. Don't worry, it's just a little slap on the wrist. Heheh.
[A short while after calling Roger out, you might spot Gig at the top of the main staircase with a definitely-not-suspicious child-sized box in his hands. It must not contain anything important, because he drop-kicks it down the stairs. After it comes to a halt, he calls down to it.]
Enjoy your time-out, you little shit. And don't worry... that thing probably isn't airtight.
[Yep. Nothing suspicious here. Feel free to come examine the box or pester Gig about your undeserved detentions.]
Listen up, maggots. The following people have got detention:
...Abba...? ABA? The hell kinda name is that? Parents didn't like you much, did they, Dancing Queen?
Whatever. ABA, Axl, Guntz, Dr. Emmerich, Hawkeye, Ivy, Jill, Kanji, Kevin, Klonoa, Max, Metalman, Pliskin, Random, Sam, Sparkster, Splash Woman, Zero, and... [Just to be a dick, Gig pulls one more file out and adds it to the heap.] Winnie the... whoa, and I thought ABBA was a shitty name.
20 people is a bit much for my office, so we'll be meeting in the common room. All of you, be there at 8 PM sharp. If any of you make me go and hunt you down, I'm bringing what's left of you back in a paper bag and making everyone else eat it. Hey, kid... you're coming too, right? You won't wanna miss this.
Oh, and before I forget... Huxley. Get over here. You get a special detention all your own. Don't worry, it's just a little slap on the wrist. Heheh.
[A short while after calling Roger out, you might spot Gig at the top of the main staircase with a definitely-not-suspicious child-sized box in his hands. It must not contain anything important, because he drop-kicks it down the stairs. After it comes to a halt, he calls down to it.]
Enjoy your time-out, you little shit. And don't worry... that thing probably isn't airtight.
[Yep. Nothing suspicious here. Feel free to come examine the box or pester Gig about your undeserved detentions.]