The fog hadn't affected Loki in any other way than pissing him but that was enough for him. If radio had been right, things were going fucking pear shaped and he really didn't want to try and teach a class of rattled kids.

"We were going to talk about xenophobes today and we're still gonna do that but I'm gonna move it to next week when hopefully things here are a little fucking clearer," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not making this a movie day so you guys can do whatever the fuck you want. I'd advise against leaving right away because of the fucking fog but it's not like it's gonna get any better either. So, just use this as a class for what you will. I don't care, I'd just rather not teach when it looks like the fucking fog's gonna swallow the goddamn island."

With that, he took a seat and tried not to look grumpy.