Gleestuck

You get up in John's face and he backs into the chalkboard. You stay in his face and pin him so he can't wiggle his slimy ass out of this one. "we need a new supervisor. get off your goddamn high horse." you snarl and reach behind your back. John starts to sweat; he knew what was coming to him. You smirk and pull a 44 Magnum out of your bag and are twirling it around your finger. This wasn't the first time you have brought a firearm to school. Panic was written all over his face and his skin had gone pale white. "you may want to make your argument now before i off you." You said menacingly.

==> John: Make your argument