Tuesday, June 5th - Period 3 - Advanced Beginner's Guide to watching the Jerries be crazy

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This week, the Activities Area was set up differently. There were easels set in a circle around the room. In the center was a mattress with a few pillows on it.

"Welcome!" cried one Jerry.

"Welcome, tax accountants and Frisbee Olympic stars!"

"We have no bowling shoes for you this week!"

"No! Because this week, we feel it is time that we get serious about our art."

Both Jerries nodded solemnly. "But only if you are mature enough to handle it, Jerry! There will be no childish giggling in here! Or we shall send you right out!"

"There will be no rotary chickens here! For this week, we are sketching ..."

"The NUDE!"

"Behold!" Both Jerries wave their hands to the mattress triumphantly. The empty mattress.

"And now begin!"

"Jerry, wait!" One Jerry gasped. "Our model has been stolen!"

"The donkeys stole our model!?"

"Our model has drowned the donkeys!?"

"Our model is still in the closet!"

"Ah, yes." Jerry ran over to a closet and appeared to be involved in a deep conversation with its inhabitant. "She wants a raise, Jerry."

"Fine, fine," said the other Jerry dismissively. "She's paid until Thursday anyway, tell her we shall pay an extra can of sardines and she can borrow the hairdryer."

"Jerry," said one Jerry sternly. "We have no hairdryer."

"Jerry!" The other Jerry waved frantically. "She doesn't need to know that!"

"Ahhhhh. Very smart, Jerry!"

"Thank you!" And the Jerry by the mattress bowed while the other Jerry dragged their model out of the closet. (LINK IS NWS.)

Jerry set the model - who looked suspiciously like a very cheaply made blow-up doll - on the mattress.

"Now begin! Or we shall release the hounds!"

"Or the models!"

"Or the sardines!"

"Not the sardines, Jerry!"

"Yes! The sardines!"

"It is a madhouse!"

(Wait for the OCD, or the Jerries will release the sardines. The OCD is up, but I can't make any promises about the sardines...)

Comments

Re: Talk to the TA!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet did in fact have sardines, but they were back in the unplugged minifridge in his dorm room.

And since they'd been sitting in there from before everyone was shooed out in to cabins, you're probably better off not asking for them.

(And he thought that the Jerries may have been insane, but were still delightful to talk to, so there was nothing really wrong with them.)


He was here if you needed to talk to him.

Re: Talk to the TA!

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

If the TA wants sardines in the head, he can totally get them.

Re: Talk to the TA!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Oh, the TA totally wants sardines in the head. He doesn't know it yet, but he does.

Re: Talk to the TA!

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

"Jerry!" cried one Jerry. "Jerry, His Grace is working against us!"

"No one can see! What would Father say!" yelled the other Jerry. Still lying on the mattress, with a hand over his eyes.

"Stop staring at my sister!" shouted the first Jerry.

LAUNCH SEQUENCE DETECTED.

Re: Talk to the TA!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

TARGET LOCKED ON.

And thus Hamlet was pelted with sardines. Fresher ones than the ones he had in his mini fridge, and yet with a hint of putridness to them.

He smiled and shook his head. Man, he loved hanging out with these guys.

Re: Talk to the TA!

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

And they loved him.

They showed their love strangely.

Example #1: sardines to the head.