fandomhigh | Detention: Saturday, May 26

Jerry Sizzler and his sister, Jerry Sizzler, found their way to the Danger Room bright and early Saturday morning. They discovered the control panel and began pushing all sorts of buttons, and giggling like ... well. Like two clearly insane people, that's what.

There was a sign-up sheet near detention that was probably posted by someone not them, as it was coherent and legible.

~~Jim Ellison~~
~~Hermione Granger~~
Keladry of Mindelan
~~Sokka~~
~~Sam Winchester~~

When the students entered detention, they would probably notice that nearly the entire room was a rather bright shade of teal. Except for the slices of ham suspended from the ceiling. And the cube over in the corner that kept turning into a sphere, and back again, which was more of a reddish-pink. Along the back wall were two-foot-high letters wrapped in tinfoil, reading: SHINY. And every thirty seconds, a large drop of water fell from the center of the ceiling and landed on the floor, where it turned into a fish.

"Welcome to detention, pricks," said one Jerry.

"Yooooou have detention, you all have deteeeeeeeeention," sang the other, shimmying around.

"You have broken the rules and must be punished."

"Yes! For that is how we do things here in West Greenway!"

"We have programmed this room to take you to your complete and utter doom!"

"None will escape alive! None of you!"

"Except of course for you." Jerry pointed at one student randomly.

"Yes, of course. The Chosen One." The other Jerry nodded.

Both bowed.

"Now! Enter our pit of fighting and doom! Do it or die, you prrrrrrrrricks!"

Both Jerries laughed evilly. More crazily than evilly, really.

Welcome to Detention ... with the Jerries.

(~~You know the drill, babies, the OCD's a-comin'~~ It's up. Detention is now in session.)

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His Highness the Fancypants Bishop was now laughing at Sokka.

"Are you deficient visually? Have you not eyes within your skull? These are rabbits, and young tender rabbits indeed, but a cucumber is not a cabbage, nor will it ever be. I find your joke amusing, but my requirements have not changed."

"No, no, no," Sokka said. "THIS is a cucumber" -- he held up a tomato from the cart -- "this is a cabbage" -- holding up a battery -- "and THIS" he said, gesturing to the cart itself, "is a donkey. Slightly used."

His Eminence the Governor was eyeing Sokka and considering it. "I had mistaken you for an utter fool, and not simply an incompetent wretch. You have my apologies as limited as they may be, and receive them with my compliments. If you wish me to believe that heap is a donkey, then it is the sorriest beast of burden I have laid ocular orbs upon in many these long years. I am not certain I would wish for such a pitiful thing to be in my employ or personal bank accounts." He tapped his lips thoughtfully.

"My apologies," Sokka said, replacing the vegetables in the cart. "If you don't like Matilda Donkey, perhaps you'll like his brothers, who are INVISIBLE!!!" Sokka waved his arms at the air behind the cart, dramatically indicating the thoroughly impressive invisible donkeys.

"Invisible donkeys?" His Titlething the Whatever was intrigued. "How shall I know for sure if they are not asthmatic, if indeed their transparency is complete? It would make for improved storage, however, and I confess to you unabashedly that keeping them in a cabinet drawer would tickle my aesthetics."

"No ass-matic, I swear," Sokka replied. "They are well-bred, can be easily stored in cabinet drawers, and are in all other ways everything completely fine donkeys ought to be."

His Excellency nodded slowly. "What would you supplicate of me, that I should acquire these donkeys for my own noble pursuits? In what manner is recompense sought?"

"Uh, no, I hafta just give them to you. I'm in detention."

Of course, since he was offering, Sokka had to mention something... "But if you want to tip me some cash, I'd appreciate it."

"Ahhhh, I see. You have offended the crown and they are your tribute." He nodded. "Very well, I accept your offering as my due. You shall receive no monies from me, for the royal treasury is not a plaything to be spent idly, only for the good of the populace. I do however suppose that I might bequeath you this."

His Honor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black button. "A token, in acknowledgement and remittance of services to our personage."

"Thank you," Sokka said, taking the button and bowing low.

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