<strong>Name</strong>: Austin “Oz” Darcy<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Brute<br/><strong>Position/Grade</strong>: Returning Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hall of Oracles - Auditorium<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Student Body<br/><br/><br/>No one had noticed the white cockatiel waddling across the podium toward the microphone. He had a yellow crest and orange circular cheeks. His black, bead-like eyes were upon the microphone as he stretched his neck and parted his pink beak.<br/><br/><strong>All right, settle down students,</strong>the bird was doing its best impersonation of Principal Neutron’s voice.<br/><br/>It seemed the students had actually fallen quiet for a few seconds until they noticed the bird on the podium and began snickering.<br/><br/><strong>I’ve taken up a lot of your time, but not enough. I still must go over my reiteration of last year’s speech. I spilt coffee on it this morning.</strong><br/><br/>The cockatiel raised its talon, uttering a cough as it supposedly cleared its throat.<br/><br/><em>I’ve paid my dues…time after time…I’ve done my sentence…but committed no crime…and bad mistakes…I’ve made a few…I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I’ve come throu~gh~! And we meant to go on and on and on and on! Everybody!</em><br/><br/>A good portion of the student body joined in with amused grins on their faces, knowing the song.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">We are the champions, my friends…</span></span>