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Modern Feminism: From Susan B Anthony to Bea Arthur - Second Period - 11/28

Guess what was back in class today.

Go on. Guess

Nope. Totally off base.

What? No! Stop thinking naughty things!

It's Maude you sick twisted person.

(A donkey, seriously? You all need help.)

Deadpool grinned and bounced a little. "Hello my little chickadees! Today we're talking about the wonder of Bea Arthur. The goddess among women, the light of my life." He popped in another little clip. "Also a goddess? Betty White. That foul mouthed little minx keeps trying to steal my heart away from Bea. Naughty girl."

Sometimes, like now, it was best to not try and figure out if he was being serious.

"Discuss her greatness amongst yourselves and yes, yes this will all be on the final. And so help me god, I will fail everyone who gets information about Bea wrong. Fail them with extreme prejudice."

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Deadpool grinned. "Yes, little Summers of the non-resurrecty and insane telepathic variety?"

Dawn wasn't sure quite what to do with that description, and wasn't sure it didn't apply to Buffy on her bad days, so she just continued on.

"I'm sorry I missed class two weeks ago," she fidgeted, "and I'll make up the work. I just don't know what it is."

"During that plaaaaaaaaague thing?" And yes, the extra a's were needed.

"Yep. Almost dying counts for an excused absence, right?"

He nodded, waving dismissively. "Totally. As do kidnappings, apocalypses, Apocalypse the guy with that wacky clown makeup, invasions, and hangovers."

"Oooh, good to know," she wondered if she should have known that back at the beginning, and was much more cheerful about having to catch up. "So, homework?"

"Don't get any sort of plaaaaaaagues that make it so I can't bodyslide off the island," He told her. "That counts, right?"

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"Uh...maybe?" She had no idea what bodysliding was.

It was less dirty than it sounded, honest.

"I also accept bribes in the form of cakes!"

"Cakes! I can totally make a cake!" She eyed Deadpool and started trying to figure out what flavor he would like.

Oh, how he loved cake bribes!

"Make it in the shape of a pony! A heavily armed pony!"

Okay, now these were the important questions. "Do you have to be able to use the weapons? And, um, do you have a favorite kind?"

She wasn't sure whether she meant weapon or cake. Maybe both.

"I am rather fond of swords," Deadpool admitted. "They won't let me have them during classes."

Why yes, he did sound rather upset about that. "My poor babies." A beat. "Can it be chocolate?"

Dawn was sympathetic to the problem. "They won't let me have stakes or holy water in class either. Just chocolate?"

Deadpool gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Next time we get invaded, you know they'll be all 'Oh, where are your weapons!? Save us!'" He paused, trying to remember the wedding cake. "Carrot too?"

"I know, right? Ooooh, big nasty vampires who are a much bigger threat because people aren't allowed to carry the things to dust them," she sulked, "not that we have any vampires around anymore, which I guess is a good thing, because, hi, not eating people, but I should still be allowed to carry weapons because I am but a wee human and could be easily injured."

Deadpool might be able to surmise that Dawn was friends with Rikku for a reason, yes. "I can probably do that. What are your feelings on frosting?"

"Buttercream or there's just no reason to live," He told her seriously. "And, while I'm not saying this or anything because I'm a teacher, but hiding weapons is surprisingly easy."

He cleared his throat.

"If you were to do that. Which you shouldn't. Ever."

"No, of course not," she nodded solemnly, "because that would be a violation of school policy, which would be wrong."

She really loved this school sometimes.

"And the principal would probably punch me again," He told her seriously. "Nearly broke my jaw last time."

"Principal Washburn almost broke your jaw? Really?"

"Well I did drug and kidnap her so Madrox could take over the school..."

"...why?"

"No idea!" Deadpool replied cheerfully. "Of course, he didn't pay me enough to make sure I kept her kidnapped. A few poorly tied knots can go a long way."

"What's the going rate on a kidnapping these days, anyway?" She wondered if she should start saving money to be able to offer a counteroffer next time.

Deadpool eyed her warily. "You want me to kidnap someone for you?"

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