Mr. Trambles

Mr. Trambles wasn't a very fun teacher. He'd always grab a hold of you after class if you did something wrong and then he'd tell you that if you did it again he'd give you detention. He was also wholly ineffective on account of the fact that he'd never actually go through with his threat. I don't know why it was. He had the power to do so, there wasn't really very much in the way that was stopping him. Was there paperwork associated with it? He never struck me as lazy. I only ever heard of one student who got detention in his class, his grandnephew Kelly. I think that's just because he hated his family, but that's just a guess.

Rick Gavins once spit on Trambles' desk right in front of him. Trambles did pretty much nothing. It was insane, I thought Rick was gonna be dead! Trambles was so mad you could see his veins about to pop open and spew blood all over to supplement the spit, but aside from a detention warning at the end of class nothing ever happened to him.

Twelve-some years after I graduated school I met Trambles once again. He'd lost all of his hair and his skin was wrinkled, but it was definitely him. He had twelve kids, twelve! We were assigned to the same office at the Agency. His job was to manage the resource management of the Ipskel Project, and as such he was my superior until my promotion. My job until then had been to manage the resources of the Ipskel Project. Trambles didn't talk much, and I wasn't even sure if he even remembered me from the school.

Later I found out that Trambles had a twin, and that my teacher had actually died of a stroke some years earlier.