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Buster had once again ~~handwavily~~ told his students to go to the Danger Shop today. He looked extremely amused with himself. He was about to inflict horrible mental torture on these kids and they had no idea. If Buster was the type to laugh evilly he would totally laugh evilly.

"Hahaha-oh jeez" Buster sneezed a few times into his sleeve before continuing to speak. "Heeeeey students. So here we are. The last day of class. It's sort of sad in a scholarly sort of way."

"Today we'll be continuing on our 'life sucks' theme. Are some of you in the Dealing With Stupid People class?" he paused for a moment to see if anyone raised their hands. "Today's activity sort of deals with the same thing."

He tapped his hook against his desk nervously. "People...hmm, how to say this. People are weirdos. Weird weirdos who say and do weirdo things. They most likely think you're the weirdo for thinking that they are a weirdo but in reality you're not the weirdo, they are! I'm completely normal, mother!"

Buster frowned. "You can't avoid weirdos. You run into them at work, in bars, in public restrooms. They're your bosses, your friends and your family. Weirdos are everywhere. But you learn how to deal with them and eventually you like said weirdos. Or if they're your family members you learn how to not stab them all with your hook."

"So today you are going to be talking to some holographic replicas of people I know in real life." said Buster. "Not all of them are weirdos...oh who am I kidding, you all met GOB. Just enter through one of the doors and you'll be in a scenario with one of my family members or friends of the family. Survive a conversation with them without crying or being attacked then you win. At life."

"Alright, saddle up!"

[Up early so I actually have time to play. ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Note: Some of the Bluths aren't as nice and caring as Buster and GOB are ~~hahaha!~~. So keep in mind I love you all OOCly]

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Dawn spent a minute WTFing at the rest stop, then took a seat at the counter and ordered a Coke, giving the guy near the bathroom a hesitant smile.

Barry sat down next to Dawn and nodded at her. He was poking at a huge bump on his forehead.

"I know, I know. Everyone says don't touch it." said Barry. He stopped scratching at the bump long enough to offer his hand to Dawn. "Barry Zuckerhorn. I'm the Bluth's lawyer."

Dawn glanced down at Barry's hand, but didn't take it, since she didn't know if the bump was contagious or not. "Nice to meet you, Mister Zuckerhorn. I'm Dawn Summers."

"Dawn Summers? I used to know a drag queen with that name." said Barry. He looked down at Dawn's soda. "Can I have a sip of that?"

"Really? I always thought it would look good on a theatre sign." Dawn wasn't nearly as weirded out by the drag queen thing as she was by the request for her soda. "Er, sure." She pushed the glass towards him and figured she could get a new straw, or soda, if necessary.

"Thanks. I'm going to need my voice today. I'm suing the L.A. Kings." he said, taking a sip of her soda. "Don't worry about germs. I finished taking the antibiotics last week."

Great. He could just keep the soda. "Why are you suing the L.A. Kings?"

"Got hit in the eye with a wiener. Or that's what I told their lawyer." said Barry. He pulled an eyepatch out of his pocket and put it on. "Pretty sneaky, huh? You can't see it but I just winked."

"What if they've got people following you around?" Dawn asked, "Shouldn't you wear the eyepatch all the time?"

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