"Yes, it is all very strange around here. Ah well, I'm sure it'll be sorted out" Jeffry said to his fellow staff members. He was tubby, fat, or "big boned" as his mother always used to say. He was cheeky, a little bit silly. Loved fun and being overdramatic; you couldn't pick him apart from a pantomime actor, frankly! He giggled, talking about how his lesson planning was going and how he was excited to start work. Frankly he was very upbeat about the whole thing, whilst some staff members looked on in despair, quite miserable at the prospect of work.

Jeffry didn't know it, but he'd caught the eye of someone very special. In a dark, dingy room with little light lay two men. One was the headmaster, Blakeman, the other... let's just say it was his associate. He was keeping a special eye on Jeffry. He considered him... special. He hadn't informed his associate of this yet, but he was hoping they could have a nice chat once they met, when school started the next day...

Jeffery lay on his couch later that evening, plopping his big frame down and resting. He was giddy with excitement. He just really enjoyed knowing he was helping the next generation, that he was going to enrich someone's life! He jiggled with excitement, running up and down squeeing, before realising the time and deciding to head to bed.

Dawn breaks. Jeffry got up, polished and popped on his glasses, getting on his teaching clothes with a nice tug, and eating his breakfast to fuel his day ahead. He then clambered into his car, squeezing into the drivers seat before revving the engine to propel him to St. Cheldons Comprehensive.

Jeffery entered the school, ready to go to set up his classes, before he was rudely interrupted by Blakeman. "Hello there, Tim! Follow me, please…!" Jeffery unsure but with no reason to distrust Blakeman followed him to a corridor with a dead end.

"Is he going to take my picture…?! Jeffery thought, worried now.

"I need you to stand right there, Tim!" Blakeman stated.

"Any… particular reason?" Jeffery questioned Blakeman with a glance.

"Oh, verrrry particular." Blakeman exclaimed before farting… "PHARZZZEEE BLRRRRT – oh, scuse me!"

"Don't worry, happens to us all." Said Jeffery, as a door opened behind him, and something tapping his shoulder. As he turned around, a massive smirking grin formed on Blakeman's flabby face as Jeffery had a massive claw impaled into his forehead.

"Heh… nice one Kist! Trust me, even if this Tim Jeffery fellow isn't that big, I promise you won't need to endure it for too long!" Blakeman said, as he dragged Jeffery's corpse into the secret room to be emptied and converted into a skin suit for his brother.

Kist, now inside Jeffery's skin, groaned and grabbed the flab of the skin suits neck, stretching it, complaining about how it chafed. Jeffery farted, "PHARRRZEEE FRRRRTTT", before groaning gladly, stating "well, that does something to improve it… Might as well get all that gas exchange out in here so it's less bad outside, eh brother?"

The Slitheen in Blakeman's skin agreed, sighing and farting, "BLRRRRTTT PHARZZZZEEERRRTTTT", "Oh, I agree… Being in these pathetic human skins is so annoying but it's necessary… Remember? For our plan! We will destroy this world…. Turn off the sun… And kill every stinking human that killed the other members of our family before! PHARZZEEE"

"BLRRRRT FRRRRRRTTTT – oof, that's a bit better… We can do this, no matter how much this skin – FRRRRTTTT – chafes… But don't forget you need to get my son a disguise, ok? He can't be seen on this planet of the thickos who can't divide string theory by marginal fractionals! He's too clever for that… These kids are just so annoying. Nobody will notice if one goes missing, brother… And I think I know where to start looking for one."

A cacophony of churlish giggles from Jeffery and brazen, loud flatulence could be heard as the secret door finally shut, the two Slitheen laughing and farting maniacally, ready to destroy Planet Earth for their own gain.