Name: Anonymous 2018-09-29 3:06
A weeaboo underage narutard professor and CGI enthusiast was teaching a class on Madokami, known shit-tier waifu
"Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and write three words 'HARUHI S3 NEVER'."
At this moment, a brave, refined, animation expert who had purchased over 1500 figures of his waifu and understood the necessity of Endless Eight and fully supported all decisions made by Kyoto Animation stood up and held up a rock
"How old is this rock, pinhead?"
The arrogant weeb smirked quite Jewishly and smugly replied "4.6 billion years old, you stupid Haruhifag."
"Wrong. It's been 3 years since Haruhi created it. If it was 4.6 billion years old and Shaft is, as you say, a good animation then it should be tilting it's head right now."
The weeb professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and Madoka nendoroid. He stormed out of the room crying those weeaboo crocodile tears. The same tears weeaboos cry for their "feels" (which are actually just the result of shitty forced drama and character deaths) when they jealously try to claw justly earned wealth from the deserving anime studios. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Ararararagi Urobichi, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than a weeaboo professor with bad taste in chinese cartoons. He wished so much that he could watch a cheerful slice-of-life anime to calm his nerves, but he himself had petitioned against them!
The students applauded and all converted to Haruhiism that day and accepted Haruhi as their lord and savior. An eagle named "Season 3" flew into the room and perched atop the Haruhi blu-ray and shed a tear on the chalk. Hare Hare yukai was danced several times, and Haruhi herself showed up and enacted an endless summer across the country.
The professor lost his tenure and was fired the next day. He died of the weeaboo NEET plague, malnutrition, and was tossed into the lake of fire for all eternity.
"Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and write three words 'HARUHI S3 NEVER'."
At this moment, a brave, refined, animation expert who had purchased over 1500 figures of his waifu and understood the necessity of Endless Eight and fully supported all decisions made by Kyoto Animation stood up and held up a rock
"How old is this rock, pinhead?"
The arrogant weeb smirked quite Jewishly and smugly replied "4.6 billion years old, you stupid Haruhifag."
"Wrong. It's been 3 years since Haruhi created it. If it was 4.6 billion years old and Shaft is, as you say, a good animation then it should be tilting it's head right now."
The weeb professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and Madoka nendoroid. He stormed out of the room crying those weeaboo crocodile tears. The same tears weeaboos cry for their "feels" (which are actually just the result of shitty forced drama and character deaths) when they jealously try to claw justly earned wealth from the deserving anime studios. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Ararararagi Urobichi, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than a weeaboo professor with bad taste in chinese cartoons. He wished so much that he could watch a cheerful slice-of-life anime to calm his nerves, but he himself had petitioned against them!
The students applauded and all converted to Haruhiism that day and accepted Haruhi as their lord and savior. An eagle named "Season 3" flew into the room and perched atop the Haruhi blu-ray and shed a tear on the chalk. Hare Hare yukai was danced several times, and Haruhi herself showed up and enacted an endless summer across the country.
The professor lost his tenure and was fired the next day. He died of the weeaboo NEET plague, malnutrition, and was tossed into the lake of fire for all eternity.