Study Hall - Monday, October 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits on the floor of the study hall, playing with a bunch of black lab puppies.

No, really.

And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.

Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.

Comments

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty rolls his eyes.

"So the next time I try and give you advice...?" he writes out.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory laughs.

"I won't swear that I'll heed any advice you might give, but if it involves a semi-lesbian kiss in front of my boyfriend who has known violent tendencies, I'll listen to you."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty's eyes squint at the words "violent tendencies", but quickly covers it up with a smile.

"Gilmore," he writes, "you could do worse than listen to the well-meaning advice of others. We may not all have that giant sized brain of yours but we do have some horse sense. Not a literal horse mind you. Though that Mr. Ed had a good head on his shoulders... er... forequarters?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory laughs. "Point taken. Stubbornness is bad, listening to Marty is good."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Before Marty starts singing at the top of his lungs and then rushes off to the clinic to fix his affliction so he can smooch Angela safely Marty writes out "Now go to Red's and get that tattooed backwards on your forehead."