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Internet for Dummies, Wednesday 12/20, 3rd Period

Abby had moved the desks in the computer lab around so there was a clear space in the middle of the room. She was standing there, bouncing slightly and holding an air horn.

"Welcome to our final class! You guys have been awesome and I really didn't feel like writing a final test so I came up with the internet olympics. You're going to be split up into teams and compete against each other for snazzy prizes." Abby waved an hand over a table piled with electronic goodies, NCIS hats and bags and of course, Caf-Pow.

"So grab team members and get ready for the first event, the logging-on relay. First team to successfully log online wins!"

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"Alright, the final competition is the hardest." Abby moved to show two lines on the floor in tape. "You need to carry a laptop from this line to that line while playing a game of minesweeper and drinking Caf-Pow."

"Just in case some of you aren't coordinated, I've provided loaner laptops."

"Um, Professor Abby?" Jude waved with a crutch.

"Alright...you don't have to win at minesweeper." Abby teased.

Jude rolled his eyes. "Thaaaaanks, br - ma'am. How many pieces did you want the laptop in, anyway?"

Abby wheeled over a chair and pointed at it. "Plant yourself here and I'll push you. I promise not to run you into anything really hard."

Must not make dirty Chad joke . . . "'ppreciate it, bra." Jude gingerly settled into the chair and abandoned his crutches. He held the laptop in one hand and balanced the Caf-Pow beside the touchpad. "Okay, go!"

Abby leaned forward and pushed Jude hard towards the other line, skirting around a chair and heading dangerously close to a table.

Jude couldn't help the instinctive 'hwah!' as they neared the table, cradling precious caffeine in the crook of his arm. Slurp, type, chug, type type type, chug, twitch, repeat.

At the last moment, Abby detoured past the table and shoved Jude across the finish line. "Whoo! That was fun!"

"Wall wall wall -" WHAMPF! Jude shook his head, his pupils dilated. "Let's do it again!" Bounce! Bounce!

He chugged the last of his Caf-Pow. "Aww, it's gone . . ."

Abby was not a caffiene pusher. At all. So the fact that she sidled up to Jude and passed him a Caf-Pow was totally innocent.

Really.

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp.

Twitch.

Twitch.

"Duuuuuuuude . . ."

Jamie duplicated himself. One carried the laptop the other drank caf-pow and the other one just kind of followed the other two around.

Abby blinked and shrugged. "That's the way to do it, I guess. Full marks for Jamie. Jamies? Jamie and friends?"

"You know we never did work out how to refer to ourselves in the plural did we?" Jamie asked one of the duplicates.

"I think the amusement it causes is the reason why we/I decided against it," the other Jamie replied.

"ZOMG! I CAN'T BLINK!" The Caf-Pow drinking Jamie exclaimed.

Abby laughed and held out another cup of Caf-Pow. "That goes away if you drink more. Seriously."

Jamie chugged the cup down. "Okay. Now my eyelids won't stop fluttering."

"A problem which is solved by drinking another cup." Abby nodded and held out another cup.

Evie had the Caf-Pow drinking *down*. She had no natural talent for the rest of it, though.

"Ow!" Another desk thwarting her...

Mac gave the Caff-Pow a slightly dubious look. "Do we actually have to drink it?" she asked.

"Ta-da!" Abby produced a green cup. "I called in some contacts and now I have vegan-friendly Caf-Pow."

"I think they might try to market it as Caf-Veg."

"You found vegan Caf-Pow!" Mac beamed. "That is so awesome."

"I finally get to find out what the big deal is with this stuff."

"The big deal is that it's awesome in cup." Abby nodded. "Bottoms up."

"I guess I'll have to do this thing, and find out," Mac said.

After a couple of seconds thought as to how this was going to work, Mac balanced her cup of Caf-Veg! on the side of her laptop keyboard, and arranged the straw so she could slurp, balance it on one arm and use the other to type.

Not the most stable arrangement to be sure, but it worked and she managed not to get highly caffeinated drink all over her computer. Always the best start.

Kawalsky got about halfway through, lost balance, bounced off a desk and landed flat down on the floor. The Caf-Pow was lost and spilled, but thankfully he thought to cradled the laptop as he fell.

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