"Boxing?" Puck asked. "That sounds awesome. Lacrosse, too. You guys have some serious sports going on here... I guess I thought Dalton would be some... Some kinda artsy-fartsy place with no sports and shit." He was just a little nervous, though. He had never been the most academic of people, and if the curriculum was that hard? Well, he wasn't sure he could hang with the big boys.

Puck shook his head at Blaine's question. "Nope... Not at all... Mailman is like..." He paused, glancing at Mike. "It's like a cold shower turn off kind of thing... It's called the mailman cuz Finn hit one once when he was learning to drive, and it's what he thinks of to... um... control shit," he said with a smirk. "I mean, I don't really need one, but most dudes do." It was a lie. A complete and utter lie. He totally needed a mailman, but nobody needed to know that.