Unstoppable

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...is going to find out just how many bodies can hang from the chandelier in the foyer. Ask Miss Collins how comfortable it is.

That being said, anyone who wants to make the pilgrimage to Denny's tomorrow morning to lay waste to a few plates of Moon-Over-My-Hammy is welcome to come along and buy yours truly a celebratory breakfast.

Let's see, in the four years I've been home we've had cyborgs attack, demons attack, a handful of students explode, students getting kidnapped to Asgard, students getting kidnapped to Hell, students getting kidnapped to Jersey, and dinosaurs. But all in all, you guys haven't blown the place up or burned it down, so I suppose I'm thankful for that.

Now everyone can shut up, let your food settle, and let me watch the damn game.

It will have to wait a day or two. Until then, I'll be staying out at the boathouse.

Nate, you really need a bigger couch.

First off, please tell me whatever weird shit happened to you people is temporary? It's a mite unsettling. And more than a little bit hi-larious.

Secondly - no, I cannot install a "girl toilet" in your bathroom. They use the same ones you do, I'm sure you can figure out how. I'll be nice and not mention who requested that one.

Third - There is no way in hell you're getting me on one of these 'team-building retreats' in the near or far future. No way, no how.

Dammit, Guthrie! You gouge up any more turf and I'm going to have to start randomly burying bricks in the lawn for you to bust your fool head on! I swear, you might get high marks for flying and loop-the-loop tricks, but you sure as hell ain't mastered LANDING.

First off, congratulations to everyone for not burning the entire backyard down last night. Despite the best efforts of one of our chaperones trying to make napalm out of marshmallows, I might add.

Second, everyone who borrowed a sleeping bag, make sure they're washed and all the leaves/bugs/candy bar wrappers are cleaned out of them before you put them back in the closet.

Third, will the owner of the little brown stuffed dog come claim it at my office. You can explain how it got up in the tree then.

When I woke up this morning smelling something funny, I figured one of you folks had decided to play a little joke. Perfume-scented paper 'rose petals' COMPLETELY covering the floor in my hallway, my kitchen, and my living room. Now, I couldn't figure out who could've done it until I noticed the little paw prints by Mao's cat door.

Given that the entirety of my Elementary History class is trying not to giggle during their reading time, I think I found my culprits.

Very good, kids. You got me.

If anyone ELSE has parents, uncles, siblings, cousins, godparents, or third sisters nine times removed that are crazy murderous supervillains , feel free to drop a note in my mailbox with their last known address.

Jesus, I'm getting tired of this.

Hey, new guy! You got any creepy secret relatives we need to know about?

Some of you may have figured out by now that this is more than just a school. It's a home, but that shouldn't be any big revelation. Some of you have been here for a good portion of your lives, it means a lot to you. But it's more than that. For a lot of people it's a second chance.

Why are most of you here? To learn how to use these gifts you've got. Some of them are harmful, and you're just trying to learn how to get by like normal folks. Some of them are dangerous, and need training to get used to them. For a lot of you, if you weren't here - you'd potentially be out hurting someone without any kind of control. Some of you were in that situation before you wound up here.

Think of what this place has given you. Not only a chance to call somewhere a home, but a chance to make something more out of yourself than you had when you walked in the door. And if any of you think you don't need it - then you're welcome to walk right back out the door and take your chances in the big bad world.

But not every chance comes because you've got some weird powers. A lot of you have made some pretty huge mistakes, and some of you have hurt a lot of people in the process. And if you want to play the "woulda-coulda-shoulda" game, there's a lot worse could have happened from any of the gigantic problems you've all caused.

Kid comes clean about screwing up in the past. If he was your friend before and suddenly he ain't now? You're being a damn hypocrite. It doesn't change who he is. The Professor's got faith in him, the same as he's got in each one of you. That means if you've got a right to be here, he does as well.

Question comes to mind - if you all had known this the moment he walked in the door, how many of you would have never given him a chance?