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Episode 1: ???
Bore sits at his desk, twirling around on his swirly chair. He likes his spinny chair. It's a nice sort of chair that has a very tasteful fish pattern. The fishes have silver scales. They are nice. Twitch. Eegads. Someone has misplaced his specially autographed Rachel Ray oven warmers. Hrmph. That somebody's got another thing coming, he muses as he takes out his silver-plated nail buffer. And does that extra secret activitity that he does with that nail buffer. But will anyone ever know? Never. Muahahahaha. Bore suddenly wonders why everything he thinks about is repeated by a man that looks suspiciously like Ben Stein. The little b***h. Bore ought to clock him. But he shan't. Because his flabby, shiny face nicely reflects the rays of sun away from Bore's delicate skin. Why doesn't Bore buy blinds? Meh. Why doesn't Bore take several of the cute-ish male students of his high school on as his personal sex slaves? Only Bore knows the answer to that question. But Bore cannot keep his mind on that question for more than two seconds, because the Ben Stein fellow won't shut his trap. Bore ponders having him stuffed and hung over his mantle. He'd look very nice next to Bore's tea cozy. What is a tea cozy? Bore doesn't even know. Or does he? Suddenly, Bore hears a knock at the door. He hurriedly puts away the nail file and fluffs his hair into something presentable. "C'min, b***h."

*Shrugs*I like that option as well...*Sets up camera*

I just need to know one thing...are you called the headMASTER because you are in charge of all the toilets?

All our a** are belong to Bore.

This whole conversation=PWNATION. surprised !

Tae wonders why the headmaster pauses for such long periods of time between each sentence. Tae also wonders if he sat on wet paint, because the headmaster keep straining his neck in an attempt to stare at Tae's a**.
"I don't have a resumé, actually. Technically I have references....well, people who would probably have good things to say about my...work. But no, no resumé."

Bore wonders why people continue to talk about him while he's sitting there. It irks him a bit, he decides. Yes, yes it does. Bore decides to buckle down and concentrate. Bore must hire a new "secretary" before the end of the day and he's already getting bored. God, that Britney Spears b***h really isn't good at all. He stands up upon his desk and starts to unfasten her from the wall. Then he starts to wonder whether or not this would appear strange to the other people who inexplicably think they can just walk into HIS office. Bore finally starts to wonder if Tae is adding innuendos to his secretary terms. Oh. Bore wonders if Tae will sleep with him. Probably not. Tae looks like the virgin type. Bore wonders if Ben Stein is checking out Tae's a**. Maybe. But then again, everybody knows that Ben Stein and Martha Stewart, Bore's goddess, haven't experienced something like sexual feeling in over fifty years. Bore pauses, doing the cross in tribute to Martha.

"And who, pray tell, can give these references?"