Perfect Stripes

Get over that desk.

Right, gentlemen.

A pot smoker.

Help yourselves to a cane.

Quiet, girl.

Teach you to smell cannabis.

Ow.

Ow.

Right.

Make your arrangements.

Oh.

Disgraceful.

Oh.

Smoking pot.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

You will be.

Ow.

Oh.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Oh.

Ow.

Mr. Brown, would you like to deal with her?

I certainly will.

Oh.

Ow.

Ow.

Sorry, sir.

Ow.

You should be.

I personally detest--

Ow.

--pot smoking.

Oh.

Now then, Riley, do you realize how famous you are?

And to a certain extent, I am.

I'm sorry, sir.

This is the last day--

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

--of the last term when the cane is allowed.

Oh.

And you are the last one, and I am the last housemaster--

Oh.

--to cane a girl.

Oh.

Aren't we lucky, O'Reilly?

Oh.

Sir, I'm sorry, sir.

And you were doing pot, weren't you?

Oh.

Or was it worse than that?

No, sir, it wasn't worse than that, sir.

Oh, it wasn't?

No, sir.

Oh, six.

Did you think--

Oh, sir.

Did you think I'd swing it that far?

Oh.

Oh, Riley, I'm disappointed.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Ow.

Sir.

Oh.

Well, we're coming to the end of an era.

Oh.

Ow.

The very last one before the law is changed.

Sad, really.

Oh.

Ow.

Sorry.

Aren't you lucky.

Up you get.

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