((In Soviet Russia, type edit YOU!!))

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Two figures make their way towards the school. One of them is a battle-scarred human who appears to be in his mid thirties, and the other looks about fourteen. They're having an angry, muttered argument. Says the teenager: I told you, Five, this is pointless. I'm just as old as you are, anyway, why do you get to dump me in here? Septus, I can't have you following me around. So you're gonna need to stay somewhere, and maybe you'll actually meet people who aren't clones in this place... Whatever.

The older man, once they're at the gate, anounces to the world at large: My, uh, son... WHAT? ...will be staying here for a while. Do I need to sign anything? The teenager stands there, mutinously.