Pan's Not Dead

I walked into class, prepared to study philosophy. Our teacher was the one and only, Plato Jr., the son of Plato and the greatest philosopher since Ayn Rand.

"Hello class, I am Plato Jr. (Sir to you), and I shall be teaching this class today, however I have no time for the petty notion of "Pan."

"I will be passing out a little slip of paper, and on it you must write, 'Pan is dead' on it, or else you will fail this class."

Everyone but me wrote it, one guy even wrote Pan lower-case.

"I won't do it," I said, "I can't abandon my faith."

"Then we will have a one round debate (cuz da author is 2 lazy to write something looong.), and the others will decide on who wins."

We debated for 1 hour straight. I used the morality, loneliness, and glory arguments on him. He came back with the age old, "there's no proof."

At the end, all the students spontaneously stood up and pronounced, "Pan's not dead!"

"Pan's not dead!"

"Pan's not dead!"

"Pan's not dead!"

Plato Jr. rushed out of the classroom, only to be killed by an oncoming chariot. In the end, he repented, and the students and I went to a Dionysus Dynasty concert, and we sent telegrams saying to everyone, "pansnotdead stop."