fandomhigh | Food Appreciation [Class Thirteen, Period #3]

Marshall had been bitten by a gremlin this morning. If it wasn't obvious from the strongly worded (and completely in capslock) e-mail to his students informing them to get their pansy asses to the Danger Shop for class today or else suffer the brutal consequences, it'll be obvious once they got to class.

Those not scared off by the e-mail would find that the Danger Shop had been turned into a gym of sorts. There were punching bags, a boxing ring and the setup for that Joust game you saw on American Gladiators. They would also see more of Marshall than they ever, ever wanted to see.

"HELLO, PANSIES!" Marshall yelled, his voice sounding deeper and more growly than usual. "IIIIIIIIIT'S WRESTLEMANIA 2009! I AM YOUR HOST MARSHALL "THE MADMAN" ERIKSEN!"

Pshyeah, Marshall wished people called him The Madman.

"TODAY WE'RE GOING TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE REALLY MADE OF," he said, still yelling. Oh, look, he was flexing too. Very impressive. "MY BET IS THAT ALL YOU WUSSIES ARE MADE OF JELLO. DELICIOUS JELLO."

Oh god, now he was craving Jello. Maybe after class.

"EITHER FIGHT A PUNCHING BAG, TAKE IT TO THE RING OR KNOCK EACH OTHER IN THE HEAD WITH PUNGIE STICKS!" Marshall said, gesturing to the area behind him. "WHETHER YOU WIN OR LOSE, REMEMBER THIS--I CAN KICK YOUR ASS."

Right.

Marshall rung a bell. "WELCOME TO THUNDERDOME, BITCH. GET FIGHTING!"

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Men Marshall's size should not wear skin-tight gold pants.

. . . oh god she was never going to unsee this, ever, ever, ever, and Jen was about thisclose to reconsidering her opinion of Time Force memory wipe technology because OH DEAR GOD.

Hoshi gawked at Marshall. It could not be helped.

The town had gone completely freaking crazy. The zombies were gone but they had left insanity in there wake.

And Ned really wondered if Marshall would ever be able to get out of those pants.

Wow. Just...wow. What the hell was wrong with Professor Eriksen?

Hurley was totally into this. He was just sad he didn't have a luchadore mask to wear today.

No. No, no no. This was supposed to be food appreciation class, not wanting to dig your eyeballs out with a spork class.

No freaking way. Amber was just going to stare for awhile, thanks.

Viki... saw nothing wrong with his outfit.

Really, she'd seen weirder. On heroes.

Claudia admired the bold fashion choice.

Priestly had absolutely no idea how to react to Marshall's new look. None.

Man, this school was weird.

Oh. Oh wow.

Mac smirked, and subtly slipped out her iPhone to take a few shots.

These could be worth SO MUCH later on.

These images of Mr. Eriksen were going to be etched into Sam's brain forever, he just knew it.

Alex just stared. Because really, what else could she do?

Summer boggled at first then tried very hard not to laugh.

This face. This face right here.

Despite his lack of email, Harry managed to make it to the right place for class. And once he saw the teacher he immediately regretted this decision. Bad enough he was always worried the Danger Shop was going to blow up at him whenever he was in, it but now he was going to have to go blind.

Momoko was not happy that Food Appreciation had been turned into basically another PE class. She did appreciate the lack of uniforms, though. Especially considering what Mr Eriksen was wearing.

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