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"Good morning!"

Jim was exceptionally chipper this morning. Whether or not this was a good thing was up to the beholder, really. He was also, intermittently, making scary sound effects. "Bad guys!" For emphasis, he wrote the words on the blackboard, then underscored them three times. "They're really, really evil. Such maliciousness like the universe has never seen before."

Helpfully, he added the words 'really really evil' to the blackboard. "Across the galaxy, you will find these 'fiends'," he added the word 'fiend', "Doing all kinds of nefarious stuff, like trying to DESTROY THE UNIVERSE or stealing lollipops from babies!" He was exceptionally offended. "As the deliverers of INTERGALACTIC JUSTICE, it is our sworn duty to crush, pound, blast, destroy, incinerate these horrible, no good baby spooking, water guzzling, book stealing, jaywalking... PEONS of PERIL!"

He wrote it down. 'Peons' had an 'a' in it. "Now," he continued, switching back to calm mode, "In order to fight these devils of destruction, you've got to be able to recognize them. They could be anything! Like cats and crows and really really ugly bugs, yich. In fact, the very progenitor of maliciousness is this guy!"

He drew a little charicature of a cat with really big fangs. "Evil the Cat! No creature more despicably, demeaningly BAD has ever set foot anywhere in the cosmos! Be careful, my fellow chums of the light, for he does REALLY BAD STUFF!"

He added 'REALLY BAD STUFF!!!' under the picture. "Sometimes, evil comes in disguise. There is only one way to uncover it-- we must understand the very nature of BAD! I know it will be a difficult task, class, but there is no other way to deal with this... half of you must find the evil in your souls, and half of you must SHINE like a RAY of JUSTICE and question them-- WHAT makes BAD so GOOD to these people?"

He thwacked the blackboard with a ruler. "I wish you good luck."

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"Uh huh! Exactly!" Marco made his way through their conversation. "What did I just agree with?"

Sokka sighed and facepalmed. "Good. Evil. Nobody's entirely one or the other; we're all somewhere in between. Yes? Good. And I have a sneaking suspicion that you're deliberately trying to confuse me, Mister Vending Machine."

"Yes." Marco said with a nod. "And it's Sir Vending Machine." He paused. "Well...Sir Marco really, but the point remains."

Sokka cocked an eyebrow. "'Sir', like you're a knight?" he asked. "Then you shouldn't be trying to confuse people -- it's not honorable and stuff."

"There was a thing with the Queen of England." Marco said vaguely. "Actually, pretty much every country in the world tried to claim that a. we were originally from there and b. that they were the ones that needed to give us some sort of award or honor or small island or something."

"Wow," Sokka replied. "Did you save the world or something? Because, wow. And, seriously, free gifts? Are never a bad thing to have."

"Yes. And yes, very much to the n-th degree."

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