Um, I think he had a dentist appointment.
Can I have some salt, please?
Buster, what are you doing under the table?
Oh!
I, uh, misplaced my lunch.
Here it is!
Sneaky lasagna.
You don't have to hide from me.
I'm not upset you got the question wrong.
You're not?
No.
It's my fault; I haven't been pushing you hard enough.
If you push me any harder, my head will explode.
Here, we're going to try some mistake-aversion therapy.
Every time you get a question wrong, I dump a glass of water on your head.
You're missing the point.
What really gives me trouble is... What's 52 divided by four?
I don't know.
Twelve?
(sputtering) You may be the two-time Arithmattack champion, but you're a terrible tutor.
Thank you, professor.
But all my awards mean nothing compared to my greatest accomplishment: my pupil, Buster Baxter.
(roaring) All right, Buster, I'd like you to calculate...
Calculate?
Buster no calculate!
Buster no like numbers.
Numbers bad.
(roaring) (loud banging) (audience screaming) (gasps)
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