"I hear that." Jim replied. "If I find out who's responsible for this, I'm 'bout ready to crawl down their throat and give 'em an inside-out ass kickin!'" Jim quickly glanced down at his watch and let out a groan. Class had started without him. "Welp, now I am ready."

He made for the door, "C'mon. I'll bet anything that that weird locker had something to do with it." Then he stops, and turns back toward Zed as though he'd just remembers something. He bends down and extends his hand. "Name's Jim, by the way. Slim Jim Bacon."