Management Theory [Tuesday, January 6, 4th period]

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Yzma might have had a little fun working with the Danger Room.

To get to class, the students had to pull a lever, which dropped them through a hole in the floor into a roller coaster car, where they were attired in white lab coats, black goggles and gloves, and awesome blue skull caps with a little blue tassel on the top of them.

Yzma was waiting for them, similarly attired.

"Hello, my minions!" she cackled cried, waving them towards rickety little desks. "Welcome to management theory! Before coming here I ran a country for many, many years," even if she hadn't technically been emperor, but details, "and so I will have much to teach you."

She spun on one incredibly pointy heel. "If I find you worthy, of course." She pointed a gloved finger at a student. "You! Name, favorite appetizer, and largest number of people you have bossed around!"

She'd also be on the prowl lookout for the dimmest boy she could find to be her assistant.

Not that she missed Kronk. At all. Or his stupid spinach puffs.

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Re: Listen to Yzma! [Class #1]

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"That's why I'm in the class," Eric said, with what he hoped was an appeasing smile. It wasn't, actually, why he was in the class, but Yzma seemed both crazy and (mostly) harmless, so it he figured it should at least be fun.