Mr.G had been in hell that morning. He was a his favorite pub, saying good bye to some old friends before he left. Then, to celebrate the occasion, as one does not always get accepted to a school for gifted individuals, Mr.G had a drink. And then another. About 10 or 15 Hell on the Rocks, and one pink martini, He realized he was late. Making his way to his HellGoat, a Fiery Goat from, well, Hell, he bumped into about three garbage cans and a cat. Hoping up on his steed, he yelled "High-ho silver, away!" The Goat then sped off, creating a portal to the school grounds.
When he exited the portal, the HellGoat stopped to let him off. Then, he fell flat onto his face. "Snow? I thought it was summer. Wait, its always summer in Hell." burping, he got up. Walking, well, more like stumbling, over to the grand doors, he opened them. "It must be dinner! I must get to the dinning hall.", Mr.G narrated. Running, he made his way to the dinning hall. Slamming open the doors, he shouted
"MR.G HAS MADE IT! LET ME HEAR YOU GO WOOP?"
upon hearing no woop, he sat down next to the girl eating and showing off a knife. " That's not a Knife." taking the knife, he put it in his hand, and it melted. Taking the melted metal, he cupped it in his hands, creating a new knife. This one was more Hellish, with a goats head as the Hilt, and a dark blade. " That's a Knife. Now, that used up almost most of my Demon Essence, so, I'm going to take a nap now." He falls face first into some mashed potatoes.