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"So, how many of them do you think will pass?" Barney asked, looking over how many seemed to have brought their egg with them.

Tink rolled her eyes. So many of them were stupid. And enthusiastic. And probably thought that managing to not smash an egg for a whole week somehow validated them as potential parents. Instead of realizing that they neither wanted nor liked children and tossing the stupid eggs away.

"Pathetic," Barney agreed. "Let's hope for some really compelling stories about why they kept them. You!" He pointed randomly at a student. "Why don't you start us off."

Tink sipped her martini and giggled madly at many of the stories. Especially ones that involved students being humiliated. That was, after all, why she signed up for this gig.

When they were finished, Barney addressed the whole group again. "So, what was the point of this experiment? If you kept the smelly egg all week you failed. If you didn't ditch your assigned significant other, you failed. If you either destroyed or consumed your 'baby' you pass."

Yes! Because - as they should realize by now - being cool was completely incompatible with having children. Children - even stupid, lame egg ones? Destroyed your cool factor. Smashed it! Check the graph!

"A thing of beauty, Ms. Bell," Barney said, taking a look at her graph. "Do you think they understand yet?"

Tink jingled happily at his compliment. They probably didn't, not yet, because they were simple-minded children. And they had actually kept the eggs all week. They ... oooh! Oooh! Was he thinking what she was thinking?! Was he???

Barney had no idea if they were thinking the same thing. His brain was rather focused on whether there would be many hot chicks in town this weekend for that convention he heard about. "I'm certain I am," he replied, completely not hiding behind his beverage of choice and hoping she would tell him what he was supposed to be thinking.

Of course he was, he was ever so smart and handsome! These silly children had bonded to their smelly, disgusting eggs. They needed to break that bond! Firmly! With a sledgehammer! Or a similar heavy smashing thing! And then get more eggs and dress them up and give them names like Weeeeeeeeeeeendy and smash those, too! Egg-smashings for all! It would be wonderful!

It was during moments like these that Barney wondered about how Tink fit on the Crazy/Hot Scale. He brought a finger to his lips. "Ah, yes, a cathartic smashing of the 'baby' to signify the destruction of their lives should they choose to fail and get pregnant. An excellent idea, Ms. Bell!"

(OCD ~~as always a-comin'!~~ up!)

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"Dojima paid her, I believe in drinks, and I offered my employee discount," Romeo said. "I cannot speak for her, but I only saw the egg twice during the week."

Which was almost as often as his parents had bothered with him, really.

"Haaaaaaaaai." Dōjima raised her head off the desk. "I'm taking her dancing and drinking in payment for services rendered. The last time I saw Felix was when I painted the happy face on him, then dropped him off with the nanny."

Oh! Oh, Tink was very proud indeed. They both passed. She knew her cute employee and the shoe-girl wouldn't saddle themselves with a stupid fake-egg-baby all week.

The Art of Cool: Class 4, Period 2 (Friday, February 1)

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