One day in Science class, Blubbo was asked the difference between poor metals and non-metals. As he was about to answer, the fire alarm sounded and everyone filed outside. Halfway out the door, Blubbo realized that he left one of his Warcraft II campaign maps in plain site atop his desk. 
The past two weeks have been especially challenging for Blubbo. To confront the Orc stronghold in the east, it was imperative that the the Human’s regain control of the ocean side city of Stormwind. This proved to be difficult because the surrounding area lacked the natural resources needed to fund a full scale campaign. A lone oil refinery was located just off the coast, but unfortunately, it was controlled by Orc navy. In order to launch a full scale attack upon Stormwind, Blubbo would first need to seize the oil refinery. Then, timed perfectly, Blubbo would send an armada of battleships to engage the harbor which lied to the north of Stormwind. Once the harbor was neutralized, Blubbo would send in several transport ships containing knights, paladins, foot soldiers, archers and a small faction of peasants who were to construct a barracks upon arrival. Once situated, Blubbo himself would make the journey inland and lead the troops to victory.
Wishing to save himself from potential embarrassment, Blubbo turned to go back inside, but was stopped by the vice principle.
“Fire drill!” Mr. Task barked at him, “Everyone has to leave the building.”
Blubbo was forced out of the building and immediately began to sweat in the October sun. After what seemed like hours standing by himself, Blubbo was the first back inside. Farting as he ran, Blubbo was completely out of breath when he slammed right into the fireman exiting his classroom.
“You OK kid?” the fireman said, picking Blubbo up off the floor.
“I’m fine,” Blubbo said rather shortly. “Who’s else is in there?” he said, struggling to see over him.
“Just me,” the fireman said with a kind tone. “Never seen a kid so happy to get back to school. Wasn’t my favorite place, that’s for sure. Got picked on quite a bit.
Blubbo said nothing.
“Well, have fun kid, don’t study to hard,” the fireman said with a wink as he walked towards the stairs.
Not saying goodbye, Blubbo rushed to his desk. Relieved, he began to put away his campaign map when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large uncircumcised cock drawn at the top of the page with the word “Fag” written beneath it.
