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Food Appreciation, Class Seven, Period 3
Marshall had been experiencing...technical difficulties in the bedroom the last day or so. Normally that would be cause for panic, anger and a bit of crying in a closet. But Marshall had students to attend to and, goddammit, he wasn't about to cry in front of them. So instead of actually crying he looked a bit grumpy and on edge during the whole class.
In order to keep himself from freaking out too bad he switched up the syllabus a bit and moved one very special class up to today. And that class was all about--
"Pie."
Marshall gestured at the buffet table which was covered in all sorts of pie. Sweet pie. None of that savory stuff. Marshall wanted sugar today, dammit. "Pie is the single most delicious thing on the planet and if you think otherwise? You're wrong. Simple as that."
And right now he would probably fight the person who tried to argue with him about that. You don't want to fight with Marshall. That guy was crazy.
"There all sorts of pies. Fruit pies, chocolate pies, pies with nuts in them, sweet potato pie," Marshall got a dreamy look on his face. "There's pie with meat in them like chicken pot pie and those weird ones with beef in them that English people like. They're all good. Pie is good no matter what way you have it."
"We're sticking to the sweet pies today because I said so," he said a little irritably. He lifted up a cheesecake. "Cheesecake is totally a pie. Wikipedia said. Well, it said it was a tart which is an open-topped pie so there."
There was a long pause.
"Actually, you know what? They're cake. Yep. Cake and you shouldn't eat them because it's pie day. Here, I'll take them off your hands," Marshall said, gathering up the four cheesecakes that were on the table. "Don't you worry, I'll get rid of them."
And by "get rid of them" he meant "sit in the back, eat them and not share". He so wasn't in a sharing mood.
"Eat pie! Don't bother me unless you have to!"
Poor, sexless Marshall.
In order to keep himself from freaking out too bad he switched up the syllabus a bit and moved one very special class up to today. And that class was all about--
"Pie."
Marshall gestured at the buffet table which was covered in all sorts of pie. Sweet pie. None of that savory stuff. Marshall wanted sugar today, dammit. "Pie is the single most delicious thing on the planet and if you think otherwise? You're wrong. Simple as that."
And right now he would probably fight the person who tried to argue with him about that. You don't want to fight with Marshall. That guy was crazy.
"There all sorts of pies. Fruit pies, chocolate pies, pies with nuts in them, sweet potato pie," Marshall got a dreamy look on his face. "There's pie with meat in them like chicken pot pie and those weird ones with beef in them that English people like. They're all good. Pie is good no matter what way you have it."
"We're sticking to the sweet pies today because I said so," he said a little irritably. He lifted up a cheesecake. "Cheesecake is totally a pie. Wikipedia said. Well, it said it was a tart which is an open-topped pie so there."
There was a long pause.
"Actually, you know what? They're cake. Yep. Cake and you shouldn't eat them because it's pie day. Here, I'll take them off your hands," Marshall said, gathering up the four cheesecakes that were on the table. "Don't you worry, I'll get rid of them."
And by "get rid of them" he meant "sit in the back, eat them and not share". He so wasn't in a sharing mood.
"Eat pie! Don't bother me unless you have to!"
Poor, sexless Marshall.
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