Study Hall -- Tuesday, September 27th

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This is study hall for Tuesday. Anybody who looks even remotely zombie-like is getting set on fire.

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Faith raises her eyebrows at the bag. "These aren't going to turn me into someone else, right?" she asks, as she takes one and bites into it.

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Duce holds up a hand solemnly, "We promise they are plain, average marshmallows that have no hallucinogenic or mystical effects whatsoever." Pausing to consider that statement, she amends, "Except for the insane sugar rush, which defies the laws of chemistry entirely. But that's normal for marshmallows."

Nodding a head to indicate the flamethrower sitting near Connor, she shrugs, "Figured if there was gonna be a barbeque, at least we'd have dessert."

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"That's good, then," she said as she popped the rest of the marshmellow into her mouth. Faith eyed the flamethrower seriously. "You know, I wonder if she'd mind if I toasted one of these. Something tells me that it'd be a bad idea to ask."

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Duce nods, "Probably a very bad idea. Well hey, there's always hope that Jake stumbles in before he's had coffee. Although the residue of burning flesh probably wouldn't add much to the bouquet of toasted marshmallow.. chances are good a chair or table or something would also catch. Human body fat burns wickedly hot."

From her tone, it's completely unclear whether she's joking.

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"Yeah. People burning, not that pleasant," she deadpans. "But, mm, marshmellows. This is pretty much the best thing I've heard all day- having them, not toasting them over Jake."

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"Agreed. We think we've reached our quota with the burning flesh aftertaste, anyway." She masticates the marshmallow and eventually swallows. "We usually keep a bag on hand. They come in very handy. Rapid way to raise bloodsugar, means to quite thoroughly gum up a locking mechanism, emergency wound cautery, or, in the advent of failing inspiration, for beaning off people's heads."

Her eyes slowly take in the already annoyed Principal, and she amends, "Not in class, of course. That would be funny wrong."

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"You realize, of course, that now that you've put the idea into my head, I'm going to be daydreaming all day about throwing marshmellows at people," Faith said. "And then, when I do give in, I'm going to be flamethrowered."

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Duce grins and points out, "Not if you don't do it in study hall. She only promised flameage for zombies. Speaking of flameage, did you know these innocent little candies become flying, clinging bits of napalm when lit and thrown?" Her eyebrows appear over her glasses as she takes a studied form of innocence, "Or so we read in a science magazine once."