Your detention group is small, only you and two other kids, and the teacher who would usually be present has better things to do. One person, a girl, pops her bubblegum a little more obnoxiously to commemmorate the lack of supervision. The other one, an adrogynous young man in fishnets and makeup, slams his palms on his desk and starts to complain about being here and the one thing that brings him joy.
"My soul's as dark as metal,
my heart's as cold as ice.
The schools try to rob me of
everything that's nice.
But there's one thing they can't take away;
the very best part of every single day.
I love to worship Satan, Satan, Satan,
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan..."
The rest of the song doesn't really rhyme, but it's cheery and catchy. It actually makes you wonder if worshipping Satan could be something you would enjoy also. Or you could just leave while the teacher is gone, that's also an option.