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Food Appreciation [Class Fifteen, Period #3]
Marshall looked kind of sad today. He was going to miss this class. Now he had to find another excuse to order one of everything off the Ching Tai menu because "research" probably wasn't going to cut it anymore.
"Hey guys, welcome to the last class. It's time to administer the final, which I hope has been less stressful than the other ones you might have had," he said. "Everyone come up to the front of the class one at a time with the food you've chosen and say a little bit about what you like about it. Then we get to eat."
Mmm eating. That brought his mood up a bit.
"And let me just say that this has been an awesome class to teach. Not only because, you know, I hardly had to do any work and I just got to eat food the whole time. But because you guys were awesome," he said. "I hope to see you guys in another class or around town or something. I don't feel bad about serving you booze at the bar now that I'm not going to be your teacher anymore."
He didn't feel too badly before, but still. He would have felt bad if he was responsible for a kid's hangover.
"So let's get started, shall we?"
"Hey guys, welcome to the last class. It's time to administer the final, which I hope has been less stressful than the other ones you might have had," he said. "Everyone come up to the front of the class one at a time with the food you've chosen and say a little bit about what you like about it. Then we get to eat."
Mmm eating. That brought his mood up a bit.
"And let me just say that this has been an awesome class to teach. Not only because, you know, I hardly had to do any work and I just got to eat food the whole time. But because you guys were awesome," he said. "I hope to see you guys in another class or around town or something. I don't feel bad about serving you booze at the bar now that I'm not going to be your teacher anymore."
He didn't feel too badly before, but still. He would have felt bad if he was responsible for a kid's hangover.
"So let's get started, shall we?"

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No matter how much Marshall kinda looked like he needed one.
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Final time!
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"Sandwiches," she informed him (and them, she supposed), "as there are so many different kinds that you could hardly ever get sick of them no matter how long you've been eating them--and I should know, all things considered, though there's no accounting for taste--and they're very terribly easy to transport and depending on what you put on them, they can last for a goodly while as well. That's about all, I would assume, though I don't like to, unless there was a problem with my choice of food?"
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Francine pulled a rather large cooler-bag off her shoulder. "So I picked ice cream because at least you can't make me choose just one flavor."
Plop. Half-pint of Cherry Garcia on the desk. Plop. Half-pint of Karamel Sutra. Plop. Half-pint of Phish Food. Plop. Chunky Monkey. Plop. Chubby Hubby. Plop. Mission to Marzipan. Plop -- no seriously, is it scientifically possible for that many containers of ice cream to even fit in that bag? It's like a clown car! Plop. Jamaican Me Crazy. THUD. ...That was the Half-Baked. There was a pint of that.
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She trailed off, scratched at her ear, and gestured to the stack of boxes. "And it's really a versatile food. I mean, have you seen the list of toppings?"
Uh oh, out came the notecards.
And the laptop. With the Powerpoint presentation.
No, seriously, there was a Powerpoint.
Someone had better stop her before it started up . . .
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And she had brought a large platter in, piled high.
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"Hey dudes," he said. "I used to work at a chicken place, in California? But that wasn't what made me like chicken. I mean, I sorta worked there because I like chicken. It's crispy, and tasty, and you know how everyone says stuff tastes like chicken? I like to think fried chicken is kinda its own thing. Only it tastes like it does. And it tastes awesome. So... dig in."
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insanely colorfulbag, then adjusting her pink cowboy hat (What? It totally went with her leather fringed micro-mini skirt. And the brown Uggs) before beginning to speak."Okay, these are Ho Hos? And despite the, you know, totally unfortunate name? They are sooooooo good? Because they're chocolate and cream and don't get powdered sugar all over you like donuts can? And are totally portable? And are good even if they're all smushed because you hid them in your desk drawer so your bitchy vegetarian friend wouldn't be all judgey?"
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No, that would be the next thread.Talk To Marshall
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OOC