Mr Jones also is an "expert" PDHPE teacher. He has an extremely difficult job. His occupation consists of, maybe four periods a day. Now, if he can drag his tired carcass out of bed on the days between Monday to Friday (inclusive), he gets in his little buggy car and, if he's having a good day, makes it all the way to school, with only one or two driving offences. He can get away with the more minor ones, like driving on the wrong side of the road, and other such "offences" *cough, cough*, by simply bribing the traffic cop with some free tickets to the up and coming rugby match next weekend.
When Mr Jones gets to school, he must waddle to the PDHPE staffroom, and gather the roll for first period PE class. By the time he makes it to the PE venue, he is between 15 and 20 minutes late. The other teachers poke fun at him - "Ha ha Tommy. You are late!!", while they themselves had only arrived on the scene a few minutes prior to his entrance. Tommy, feeling frustrated, decides to vent his anger on a helpless child. A typical conversation would be as follows:
"WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR UNIFORM? ARE YOU AN IDIOT?"
The poor child wanders out of the place, stunned. But Mr Jones doesn't care. In fact, he is no feeling much better, now that he has succesfully made a poor defenseless kid 4 times younger than him cry. Oh no, he doesn't have a heart. Having a heart is frowned upon in the sport of rugby. Mr Jones is also known for having the biggest calves in all of the land, keeping in line with the PDHPE staff's tradition of legs being more important than brains.
"No sir," the child mutters feebly.
"I BELIEVE YOU ARE AN IDIOT!!," says Mr Jones. The poor child, somewhat berattled, begins to break down. Tommy, sensing this, moves in for the kill. "LOOK AT YOU!!YOU ARE A SCRAWNY LITTLE WEAKLING!!" The poor child begins to cry.
"HAHA!! THAT'S RIGHT!! CRY LIKE THE LITTLE WUSS YOU ARE!!"