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The Chef and Das Schnitzel walk into the cafeteria. The Chef is singing the "Shoop Shoop Song (It's in his kiss)". The Chef has an awesome Cher impression. Das Schnitzel has decorated the cafeteria in green and silver in honor of their support for a certain blonde who is running for president.

Hellu leettle-a lufe-a mooffffeens! It's foonny thet I cell yuoo mooffffeens coose-a I mede-a sume-a fur loonch tudey! Bork Bork Bork! Mooffffeens...nut peuple-a. I em nu cunneebel, rest essoored.

Tudey's meel fur September 29 is:

-Blooeberry Mooffffeens

-Scrembled Iggs (Des Schneetzel leeed zeese-a herselff su yuoo knoo zeey ere-a guud. Meeght teste-a a leettle-a leeke-a buoorbun thuoogh. Thet cheeckee hes a dreenking prublem)

-Becun. I lufe-a zee becun. I cun feenelly meke-a it noo thet I gut thet Meess Peeggy oooot ooff zee vey...Bork Bork Bork!

-Puncekes. Und nut joost puncekes! Yuoo see-a vhet I vrute-a oon zeem in syroop? It seys "Fute-a fur Draco Melffuy!" Zee leettle-a mun ceme-a up tu me-a lest neeght und ve-a hed a vunderffool telk ebuoot puleetics und cheeckens. Sveet buy, smells ooff ixpenseefe-a culunge-a. Bork Bork Bork!

Oh yes. Und I hefe-a yuoor cekes fur yuoo

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*glares* Ha ha, very funny.

Marty looks over and sees George glaring at him.

"Honestly George, how do you exepct to win if you don't campaign a little?"

George goes quite red in the face, making a noise of disgust and gesturing expansively with her hands. "The whole point, Marty, is to lose! I don't know why this is so hard for everyone to get, but I'm not one of those poser goth girls who secretly longs to be a pretty pink pony princess. Not even a little. Not even in the deepest, darkest part of my heart, do I hide any desire for such a thing."

She holds up a hand and begins to tick off on each finger, "I'm awkward, I'm antisocial, I'm this close to being completely unlikable. And I dare you, I DOUBLE-DOG dare you, to call me pretty -- which is at the very least a requirement for Homecoming Queen. Because if you do say I'm pretty, so help me--" She breaks off, balling her hands into fists. "I'll slug you. I'm normally a pretty easy going, non-violent sort of girl, but I swear to god I will."

*Pink Pony Princess? WTF?*

Marty shrugs and gives her a big grin.

"I like you. You're fun. Here... have a cookie."

George takes the proferred cookie and contemplates throwing it at Marty's head. Instead she takes a bite. "These are pretty good." she mumbles into the frosting.

((OOC: *laughs* Pretty Pink Pony Princess is a bastardization of this toy featured in the cartoon Dexter's Laboratory.))

"Okay. Now all you have to do is go around and hand them out to people, smile and ask them to vote for you."

Marty hand George a box of cookies.

"See? It'll be fun."

George bleakly stares at the box of cookies. She frowns. "Hey, wait. These say 'Fute-a Geurge.' What the hell does that even mean?"

"I think that's 'Vote for George' in Swedish. Or at least Muppet Swedish."

George shakes her head, mentally exhausted. Resigned to her fate, she wanders off despondently to hand out cookies.

[OOC: This should be fun to watch.]

((OOC: Duuuuude. I already know what you can get George for Xmas: http://www.stirrupsclothing.com/eq2004x/4719.jpg))

[OOC: Only if Marty wants his ass handed to him]

((OOC: Ha! You'd be eating that cap for breakfast!))