"Is this what you wanted to happen!?"
"...Glad of you to finally join us."
A small rumble echoed through the room as Whiteking suddenly kicked a door open. But even with this uncivilized greeting, a small smile still crawled on Prophet's face as Whiteking stomped his way towards his desk, "The Academy sorely missed your presence… even though you don't actually do anything here."
"Shut the fuck up!" Whiteking then lightly slammed his palm on Prophet's desk, "I spent weeks trying to eradicate the Dark Millenium, and I returned to find this shit!?"
Whiteking then tapped Prophet's desk a couple of times in a sort of sequence, until finally, several monitors slid out from the walls and the ceilings. The screen showed multiple students being filmed by the drones.
