Bill was flabbergasted that he would be denied an opportunity to fill these dull students with knowledge. How dare that teacher refuse a janitor, particularly him. He was the highest ranking janitor in the school! Bill, fearing an uprising by the students if he release the precious knowledge he possessed, expertly spun his mop, and sheathed it. This resulted in water lightly spraying the classroom. Bill gave the teacher a half-hearted salute and walked out. He had done his rightful duty, to clean messes, physical ones, and mental ones. He whistled as he walked by the front entrance, and spotted a kid walking unusually slow toward the school. He whipped his head around fearing the Teen Titans would appear and kill everyone, but sighed a relief when he saw nobody. He turned his attention back to the kid, and walked toward the front doors, opening them one...by....one, until he reached the one leading outside. He carefully opened the door, and jumped out, lunging at the kid with his trusty mop. He slapped the spaghetti like ends onto the pavement in front of him. "Your either late, or you don't belong here" He blurted out. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, afraid what this guy would do to him. He though of his family, who had all been rooting for him as he took the gracious, luxurious life as the school janitor. His face grew stern, and he gripped his mop handle tighter. "You better answer, cause if you don't, I'm going to mop the floor with ya" He growled. (Hehe puns.)