I’m rifling through the game files tfor the BHAVs responsible for the weatherman’s messages, and found this unused STR# with two options:
You, Yes you behind the bikesheds! I Am your Headmaster, MR. MONSTER and your grades are a mess. Fix ‘em quick or you will grow up to be a hill of beans. And also, don’t think you can get off easy by not telling your parents I called. I will come to your house and I will trash your room and will eat all of your sugary cereal! Then I’ll buy some more cereal, or wait, I’LL BUY THE WHOLE STORE OUT, and will eat it all on your front lawn while you’re inside with your malt o'meal, super sorry you ever failed calculus. Also, I will forbid any student or teacher at the school to call you anything but Monsieur Marcel Duncechamp from now on. How do you like me now?
Hello, I am MR. MONSTER, your kiddo’s Princi-Pal. Something’s got to be done for reals. Your little darling is a failure and it is totally rubbing off on everyone. Just this morning I failed my field sobriety test on the way to school and had to waste two full hours explaining to the fuzz how poorly your kid is doing in its classes, which was particularly trying for me because my eyeballs were swimming in fine, oak aged scotch at the time.