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Young Entrepreneurs; Tuesday [03/06]

Turtle had cookies and coffee available for everyone when they came into the classroom today. And sugar. Lots and lots of sugar because coffee was actually really, really gross.

"I'm not going to talk everyone's ear off today like usual; we're just going to talk about ideas for what sort of product we want to work on selling to earn the club some money and some placement in today's bustling free market."

"I would, however, like to take a small moment of silence for the recent plunge in the stock market. Yes, it looks like it will recover nicely, but it was still a big stress and a pain in the butt, so if we could bow our heads and hope the bear isn't clawing at us soon..."

When that was over, she lifted her head with a bright smile. "So, what've we got?"

[[ guess who forgot about clubs until just now~! *raises hand* Sorry for the lateness. ]]

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Deadpool was there. And he was still wondering where on the island he could get a hold of some gay porn.

"Oh! Mr. Deadpool!" Turtle looked utterly relieved when he got there, a hand over her heart as she breathed out. "Thank gawd..."

"I was on time! I was just being all ninja-y," He protested.

"No, it's not that," Turtle assured him. "You can be as late or as ninja-y as you want, just as long as you're still you."

He paused. "Was I supposed to be someone else?"

Turtle shook her head vigerously, braid whipping back and forth dangerously. "No way, and that's a good thing. If I found out they were replacing all my favourite teachers with complete tools with pretty hair, I don't think I could handle it."

"Okay."

(I missed something, didn't I?)

"So, I shouldn't get pretty hair?"

"I guess if you wanted to, you could, just so long as you're still Mr. Deadpool and not some nerdy replacement."

"Aww, you're sweet." Deadpool gave her a pat on the head. "Hey! Did you want to learn about fighting on Thursday?"

Turtle's eyes darted upward as if she watch that hand on the top of her head better, making sure it stayed good and clear of a certain braid. "Sure," she said, not keeping her eyes away from their upward position. "Not much of a fighter, though. I'm more of the brains behind an operation."

"Doesn't mean that you shouldn't know how to throw a punch should the need arise," Deadpool replied sagely. "What kind of person would I be if I didn't teach my minion to defend herself?"

"Or kick," Turtle pointed out. "I can always kick pretty good."

He nodded. "Of course. You can kick anyone you want."

"Awesome," Turtle decided. "I'm so there, then."

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