English Class Gone Bad

 My cousin (who is a very good story teller by the way) served in Poland and sent this  story to me.

"Once upon a time, my companion and I were out inviting people to our English class. It was a cold January night in the city of Lublin, Poland. Elder Šorn, a German kid, and I had set up a whiteboard and written something about learning American English (or did we write a joke about getting a free green card?) so as to get people to come to our religion-related English class. Things were going well and we were meeting a lot of cool people.
Maybe 30-45 minutes into our white boarding session, we heard and saw a group of "hoolis" walking down the promenade. Hoolis were mainly soccer-obsessed riff raff who mainly spent their days drinking. We figured if we didn't pay any attention to them that they would leave us alone. They walked by, non-soberly inquiring as to what we were doing and went on their way. I turned to Elder Šorn and more than likely made a witty quip about soccer.
As I was turned towards Elder Šorn, my back was now to these hoolis. They decided to come back and one of them, Hooli 1, shoved me from behind into the white board and I knocked it over with my face. I turned around and asked them what the heck were they doing. Another one, Hooli 2, went over to Elder Šorn and asked him "if his gums were itchy." Šorn told him that he didn't understand and so then Hooli 2 came over to me and posed the same question. I'm not sure what I said back but it was probably along the lines of "no thank you sir, please go away now." Now, Hooli 2 went back over to Šorn and straight up decked him right in the jaw. As I was running over, Hooli 2 then head butted Šorn right in the face. I got there and Hooli 2 turned to me and then punched me in the head. This Hooli 2 then started chasing Šorn around yelling at him to give him his phone. I had our phone in my pocket and so I told Šorn to start running which we did. We ran maybe 50 yards until we realized they weren't chasing us but had instead taken our whiteboard and were now smashing it on the ground.
And then they left and we went home and probably ate some Nutella"
The End.