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Survive Your Own Cooking - 3rd period - (12/17)
There wasn't a teacher in the classroom to greet his eager young students today. Oh, no. That came about five minutes into the normal class period.
In the shape of a dingo running in and leaping up onto the desk.
What? Like he'd give up cookies just because they might kill him if they had chocolate.
It was a bare few seconds before the dingo was followed, at a much less eager pace, by a very large man with a metal arm. "Sorry, kids," he said, "I always seem to wind up in a scene where your professor's involved..."
The dingo seemed to give him a Look for that, sniffing at the air and pacing on the desktop. There was food here and he was going to eat it aaaall. At least, that's what the long howl seemed to imply.
Cable scraped his throat. "I believe you have a final for today," he ventured, "But I doubt he made notes."
That only got a low, drawn out yodeling bark to explain how his delicate process worked. Or maybe it was insulting Cable's heritage. Both were distinct possibilities.
"You're not getting any ham tonight," Cable informed the dingo, "Entire African nations could live off what you eat..." He paused, glancing back at the class. "If he left you any instructions at all..."
Deadpool sat his butt down and gave them all expectant looks. Because he needed those treats to live.
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In the shape of a dingo running in and leaping up onto the desk.
What? Like he'd give up cookies just because they might kill him if they had chocolate.
It was a bare few seconds before the dingo was followed, at a much less eager pace, by a very large man with a metal arm. "Sorry, kids," he said, "I always seem to wind up in a scene where your professor's involved..."
The dingo seemed to give him a Look for that, sniffing at the air and pacing on the desktop. There was food here and he was going to eat it aaaall. At least, that's what the long howl seemed to imply.
Cable scraped his throat. "I believe you have a final for today," he ventured, "But I doubt he made notes."
That only got a low, drawn out yodeling bark to explain how his delicate process worked. Or maybe it was insulting Cable's heritage. Both were distinct possibilities.
"You're not getting any ham tonight," Cable informed the dingo, "Entire African nations could live off what you eat..." He paused, glancing back at the class. "If he left you any instructions at all..."
Deadpool sat his butt down and gave them all expectant looks. Because he needed those treats to live.
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