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Communication: Week 3 (Thursday, P5)

Silent Bob hustled into the classroom, looking over his shoulder as if afraid he was being followed, and quickly shut the door. He relaxed a little bit and waved at the students cheerfully before starting to write on his ever-beloved whiteboard.

VERBAL - INSU

Unfortunately, that was all he got to write when the door came crashing open and a very irate hetero-lifemate was standing there.

"What the fuck, fatass? There is no fucking way you're pussying out on letting me fuck with your little class. What, you fucking thought I wouldn't find you?"

Bob sighed and buried his face in one hand before turning back to the board and finishing his thought.

LTS.
Effective way of making displeasure known.

He turned back to the class and flicked his hand in a few gestures meant to indicate that they should pair up and try to make the other person cry.

[[OCD coming up. Uh, profanity warning? Do I even have to warn people? Warning: Jay.]]

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This was Jack's WTF face.

Naminé noticed the other boy and lifted an eyebrow with an amused smile. "I'm not certain we've met before, which should make it difficult to insult one another."

"I don't think so," he said. "I'd probably remember. Hi. Jack Burton." He stuck his hand out.

"Naminé," she said, taking his hand and shaking it. "Are we really supposed to sit here and toss jabs at one another? I'm not in the habit of insulting people, really."

"I've been known to from time to time," he said in a bragging tone, "but I was raised not to disrespect a lady." Aww, how cute! Implying that Namine was a lady.

"Well, then. We've got my inclination and your upbringing against us, if you feel I'm a lady. I may well not be one." She laughed. "How does one go about insulting a stranger? I know nothing of you to base any sort of comment on, except that you were raised to be respectful, and that hardly seems like it could be held against you."

"Hrm. I think we're goin' about this all wrong. Is...this where I'm supposed to question your parentage or ask if you were raised in a barn?" He chuckled.

"I don't have parents," Naminé said lightly, "and I've never been in a barn. Have you?"

"A few times. My dad's a trucker. I've helped him drive cattle, helped load a few times. Pigs. A bull." She... didn't have parents?

"Not quite the same as being raised in one." Naminé laughed. "You know? Perhaps we should try something else. Like insulting one another for things with no basis in reality. I, for one, am appalled by the way you abused those pigs. And by your tendency towards ... cursing at fish."

"Those pigs had it coming," he replied curtly. "I cannot stand the way you...bake the cutlery until it's burned at the crisp, you radical."

"You teach Communism to zebra-striped vending machines," she said. "The shame."

"You're a...backwater ill-bred lazy son of a--" he caught himself on that last part.

"Daughter," she laughed. "And not even that. I suppose that leaves entire avenues of insults outside of your scope. You narcissistic, astronomy-obsessed financier."

"You...Hey, I can call you a 'son' if I want, it's my insult!" he said with a laugh. "Your foul mouth make our instructor and his ~~Hetero Lifemate~~ friend nuns! The sheer grating sound of your voice peels paint off walls and causes chickens to explode!"

"Your hairstyle has been known to cause cancer in penguins," she grinned. "And your middle name is actually a curse word in three languages."

"You waved once and thirty people died from the stench," he said with a grin. "You haven't bathed in years and you have potatoes growing on your knees."

"You discriminate against my potatoes," she countered. "You're an anti-potatoist. I've seen the literature. How do you sleep at night, sir."

"I sleep well, knowing that I'm not polluted by potato filth," he responded. "Anyone with potato knees should be quarantined and checked for diseases and loose morals."

"We potato folk have suffered your oppression for far too long," Naminé said, putting a hand to her forehead. "The only reason anyone thinks we're so vile is because of the lies and propaganda perpetuated by the so-called Clean Knee Crew. Which is of course just a puppet for the soap industry."

"At least we don't have the stench of untold generations on us," he said with a drawl. "If you're fine living with the animals then go off and form your own animal little group or something and leave the rest of us alone. We don't have to put up with your kind."

"We shall start a revolution against you tyrants and your bigotry," she sniffed. "Teaching your children to hate us simply because you fear what you don't understand. Potato-knees are perfectly natural and you crazy Clean-Knees fanaticists will have your comeuppance."

"It's better to die fighting than live with potato knees," he declared.

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