You stood up and pushed against his chair. All of a sudden the chair gave way, but on second glance the plastic back and seat had vanished. And the boy on what used to be a chair fell onto the frame then onto the floor. He stood up and turned around at you running with anger, that was Jacob lowhorn esquire 104th in line for the throne. The class still to astounded to move from the vanishing seat thing started to back away from you and Jacob. "JOHN" shouted the distant royal "apologise or I'll beat the the crap out of you"
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