[[Blurry shot of Drew angrily flinging papers at the class]]
Drew: All right assholes, listen up!
[[Blurry shot of dumbfounded students]]
Drew: I have here the printouts from your latest assignment. The purpose of this assignment, clearly labeled, was to teach you how to use dynamically allocated data structures. Just because you can complete this objective with a huge honking static array doesn't mean you should, since it pretty much negates the professor's increasingly futile attempts to sharpen your infantile thinking skills, doesn't it?
[[Drew looking disgusted]]
Drew: By the way, you miserable monkey men who tried to hardcode the results into your program are beneath my mention.
[[Drew yelling and clicking something that looks like a timer in his hand]]
As the person controlling your grades, I offer you this advice in closing: Work harder or there'll be hell to pay, you ignorant fuckers!
<<Click>>
[[The Professor walks in on an empty class. Drew with his back to him regards him nonchalantly]]
Professor: Done already? There's still five more minutes before class starts.
Drew: I signed on to be a teaching assistant, not your enforcer. Why can't you scream at the freshmen?
Professor: I like being the good cop, plus I need plausible deniability from the dean.