Survive Your Own Cooking - 3rd period - (9/3)

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

After the handwavey announcement that class was happening in the Danger Zone Room Shop, Deadpool was there. Laying in wait for his new class to arrive.

Like a big cat. A puma, if you will.

A very red and slightly bored puma.

"Good morning my intrepid class of chef wannabes!" Not that he had much, or any talent there himself. "This is a class on cooking in a way that you can both survive and eat. A great concept, right? No more microwaving that questionable bit of Chinese food from a week ago that kinda looks different than when you first bought it, and you think my be becoming sentient."

Not that that had ever happened to him or anything.

"--and then you eat it and you have the weirdest damn dreams and the vague idea that your lower intestine are trying to kill you with a weetiny angry mob that's stabbing it's way out," He continued cheerfully.

After a moment of glaring at his stomach area, Deadpool shook his head. "Nevermind that! First day of class means I don't have to plan things for you and you have to tell me about yourselves, even though I don't really care. So... make things up! It'll be so much more fun for us all."

He pointed at the nearest student. "Name, age, favorite food and... the last time you had food poisoning. And make it interesting!"

Comments

Re: Tell Us About Yourself

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool might have thrown a paper airplane at his head for that.

With a note on it.

Don't sleep in my class. <3 <3

Re: Tell Us About Yourself

[the-lazy-genius.livejournal.com]

When the airplane hit his head Shikamaru woke up. He glanced down at where it landed on the floor and tried to decide if it was worth bending down to pick up.

That's a lie. Shikamaru didn't spend any time at all deciding that it was most certainly not worth picking up the airplane.

So he didn't.

He did, however, roll his eyes at the big moron in red.