School Assembly, The Auditorium, Friday afternoon

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"Good afternoon, students. I'm Harriet Jones, Dean of Students. Some of you might know who I am, but for those who don't, it's nice to meet you all. Feel free to pop in for a chat if you have any student-related problems. Or any problems, really.

Now, welcome to our first assembly for the semester. We have a special guest today, the star of…" Harriet raised an eyebrow at her notes before continuing, sounding just a bit confused. "The star of Everybody Loves Hypnotoad. Now, that can't be right. Why on earth--"

There was a loud, buzzing HMMMMMMMMM coming from the toad on stage.

Harriet straightened, gaze fixed forward, looking out at the students. "The star of Everybody Loves Hypnotoad. All glory to the HYPNOTOAD."

[Please wait for extensive OCD and CAPSLOCK ABUSE for all! Just follow along with the OCD, it should be fairly clear. Those who were hypnotised will remember what they did and how they acted! The effect can wear off once they leave the stage or at any point after that, so long as it has worn off by midnight. It is totally up to you.]

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Re: Jack Burton

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Jack swaggered to the stage with his usual swagger and stareed at the glowing...toad...thing. His swagger became a strut, became a pelvic gyration that's sweeping the nation.

Suddenly, he's got a guitar and a bigger pompadour with a hitch in his lip, strumming his imaginary guitar not dirty as he went into a hip-shakin' foot-dancin' rendition of Blue Suede Shoes.

At the end of the song, he lipsneered at the audience. "Thank you. Thank you very much. I'd like to do a special song now," he said, getting set up for another torture song.

Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well then you won't be bothered
With you hangin' round my door
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do.

Elvis blinked...and became Jack again. Who then scurried offstage.