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George had left yesterday's paranoia and settled straight into full-on crankiness. Puck was avoiding her. Look, she didn't think she was his fucking girlfriend or anything, it was just sex, she got that, but avoiding her!? She didn't have the fucking plague.

And maybe she just wanted to talk to him because this week was making everything confusing and going off and losing her virginity to a complete asshole hadn't helped matters any. But he'd disappeared. Asshole.

So now she had to go into the fucking club and -- what? Why was anyone still coming? What the fuck was wrong with them!?

"Why do I have to talk every week?!" George snapped, smacking her hand on one of the desks. "Why can't any of you be bothered to fucking do something, if you're going to show up? Stop coming! And if you're going to show up, then fucking act like you're here and don't just sit there like you think you're invisible! I hate this club! This whole fucking week has been total bullshit and now I have to sit here and talk to all of you people?"

She fell into her seat in a huff. "Everyone with a Y-chromosome, go fuck yourself. That's today's assignment or activity or whatever. Write an essay on why men are scum and which one you'd kill first. Or set something I fire. I don't even fucking care."

... Just another cheerful day in Apathy Club!

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It's sex week, so get some.

Might be wise this week, considering that the dead girl has gone off the rails.

Also, you know, apathy.

You may not have any hatred for it. That's okay. George has enough for everyone.

... It really isn't helping matters that she's still horny, no.

As you do.

Whatever.

Maybe it'll be the fucking robot again. That would be an improvement.

Do you really want to risk it?

Puck modded with permission, which gives me great joy. Borrowing themes of episode 2x10 for this, wherein George is dumped unceremoniously post-sex. At least FH!George hasn't been arrested yet.

"Hi, I'm Ray."
"Fuck you, Ray!"
"Nice spending time with you guys."

Seriously (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sekvYt13St4&t=6m21s).

Edited 2010-11-12 20:15 (UTC)

Unfortunately for George and everyone else, it was the real Farnsworth at club today, and he was none too pleased about it. Robot Farnsworth had suffered some malfunctions this week, surely some virus he had picked up from that slutty SquishyBot at Turtle & Canary. Deny it all you want, Robot Farnsworth, the real Professor saw why you were doing with those gears...

Squall Leonhart

Jonothon Starsmore

Jonothon... brought a kitten, today.

There was logic behind this course of action, and that logic was: It was difficult to want to do the bump and grind with anybody when there was a squeaky kitten peering out from the top of your zipped jacket.

So far, it was working.

Wotever.

George's tirade made babies cry.

No, really. The two fucking annoying robot babies that Squall had to carry around for the next week just started wailing their heads off.

Squall couldn't throw them against the wall, so he tried to shush them as best as he could and glared daggers at George.

"All men aren't scum," Squall pointed out flatly. "It's stupid to get angry at us if you're mad at someone in particular."

Hello, George. Don't mind Jonothon, who was unzipping his jacket and producing his secret weapon.

//I don't hate everything with a Y-chromosome,// he noted, holding Joni out in George's direction. //Kitten?//

Jono was rather failing at being apathetic today. Sorry, George.

"How did you end up with two?" George asked.

She was never taking that Ethics class. Ever. But her roommate had ended up with a fake robot baby, which was the only way George knew that Squall wasn't just playing with dolls here.

"Nobody asked you, asshole," George said. "You're a man. Your opinion is moot."

Betrayed by her own roommate! Oh, the humanity.

George was fighting a war with how fucking cute that kitten was. Because that was a seriously fucking cute kitten. It was like cheating.

She reached out to scritch the top of Joni's head. Dammit.

"The kitten doesn't count," George said quickly. "She's a girl cat."

Yes. Clearly, that was what Jono had meant.

//And if she was a boy cat, lookin' up at you with those big kitten eyes, there?//

If she was going to play it that way, then Jonothon was going to be a horrible person and play devil's advocate.

For boy kittens everywhere.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

"Exemption for all cats," George said, reaching to scoop up Joni. If Joni didn't mind, or Jono, either. "Cats are not assholes. Boy kittens are allowed in under those rules."

Jonothon had no complaints, and Joni was purring. Purring like a little tuxedo motorboat.

//As for the assignment, I could light something on fire, but it'd scare the kitten.//

Yeah, right. Joni thought that Jono's chest was the most cozy part of him in the whole wide world.

Squall shrugged. "Dunno. Ask Master Skywalker."

Maybe it was some kind of test or whatever. Really, he didn't care.

"You're being irrational," Squall countered. "So YOUR opinion is moot."

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