– So listen to what we are about to do now that we’re on stage!
We’re going to write our name on the board, as Miss Margarida wished, in order for her to see that we have the guts, and that we aren’t unable to fuck her, as she assumes.
We are not to blame if she remained unfucked, and if the course of sexology is left out of the primary school syllabus.
We will therefore restrain our selves until we meet up the next ones, in high school.
We’ll come up with something for the three day excursions, and if need be, we will come right up to the five day excursions.
What’s important is for us to do it prior to the national exams.
Are you afraid to write your name on the board?
Are you a coward;
If you want, write mine.
Betrayal is easier.
I’m sure you’ll manage, and if it need be, I’ll do the same, so we are even.
We’ll be the mutually betrayed of the same social class, since it’s the only thing left to us from our struggle, the social class struggle.
We can even add, that we have already accused her of misconduct to the Headmaster, and that those are her last school classes before she’s also placed in the closet together with her skeleton.
On a top shelf with drinks and or sexology books, she will remain impregnable.
You reckon that we should also draw her a huge vagina on the black board, just as he did with our orchids?
Ah, finally I see you’ve agreed.
You can already imagine it taking over the whole black board, and wide open at that, in order to display the gap of the daisy which nobody plucked, because they were afraid of been crushed by her love falling upon them, and or, of been attacked by her ruler which was constantly in hand due to lacking in difficult moments.
Grab the chalk!
We shall begin!