Bill, the school janitor, turned his attention away from this human filth and toward a class where the majority of students were heading too. He walked up to the doorway of the class, and glanced at the sign indicating what class is being taught. He gasped, and staggered back, noticing it was the most horrifying room in the school, next to the cafeteria. He hated how students who sucked at art were forced to draw, paint, but mostly make messes. He strutted in and pointed his mop at the teacher threateningly "may I have a word with these future 'master craftsmen'?" he said mockingly.