Alastaire Creedy fumed, "After 43 years of instructing you're cashiering me?!?
The Headmaster held resolute. "It's nothing of the sort! The Regents feel it's time for fresh blood."
"Fresh blood?? Carstairs wouldn't know epistemology from mutton stew!!"
"Have some dignity man. The decision has been made. This is merely a courtesy."
Creedy shrieked, "NO!! I NEED those fertile young minds. They require the right hand to mold...to nurture them. They are MINE and I will have what is mine!!!"
The Headmaster sighed...clicked the intercom. "Verna, the constables...NOW!." Poor mad Creedy was led away screaming.