APH-AmeriPan

"I know I'm not supposed to say this back in college and he's probably gonna know it, but fuck that! Mr. Durus has a smelly assed-dick!" One of the most memorable answers I heard during the interview, and yes, this is Alfred. Sometimes, personally, I don't trust him, but in this one, I do not know whether he is lying or merely exaggerating (actually, I then asked Kiku and he confirmed that this teacher is a real slavedriver so... ). * * * He came to his office that one day of the week when students couldn't wait for the end of the quarter. He knocked on the blurred glass of his door before he heard that voice that sounded like a cross between Brian and Peter Griffin. He didn't exactly hear the exact words, but he went in anyway. Mr. Durus' office is a mess- no- it is a jungle of paperwork, portfolios, paints, pens, pencils, and books he never touched since he first got them, and as Alfred stepped foot in his office, he didn't even blink. He was a pudgy old man in his late fifties;