“Why do I see a drawing of Bill with his dick up Dipper’s ass then?” He asked. “Shut it…” I murmured, so embarrassed embarrassed. He took the comic from me and I watched as he went back to his desk and began reading it. I rested my head on my desk, my cheeks redder than Shitty Hair’s hair. I gave him the finger before I started drawing a new one. AIZAWA IS A GOD.