fandomhigh | The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 12/14 ].

"Good news, everyone!" Professor Farnsworth walked into the classroom with a smile on his geriatric face. "Today's the last day of class. Of any class I'll ever have to teach at this school with you idiotic, brainless children! I'm finally getting out of here, and getting back to a civilized society. Now, now, now, don't start wibbling and crying. I know you're very disappointed, but, really, it's for the best, as I'm afraid I would have had to send in doomsday robots to kill you all if I had to be subjected to teaching another fifteen weeks of drivel to you primitives."

"To celebrate," he continued happily, "there will be no exam! Do you think I want to spend any of my time back grading the ridiculous tests I had planned for these classes? No. Once I get back to the future, it's all fun and sexy women and goodbye, moderation! In celebration of our final departure, thank Science, I've brought you all a treat of some wonton burrito meals."

"No," he added on a surly note, "I didn't make them, so they're safe. I have the receipts if you don't believe me. But whether or not you'd trust anything that hippie bum at the general store sells is up to you."

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Are you a wonton or a burrito?

Kate Gregson

Christian

Harper Finkle

Chuck Bartowski

George Lass

Doth your ears deceive you? There's no ridiculous fifty page exam of pure and utter crap??

Hope you didn't study!

Is it a wonton? Or a burrito? It's definitely a meal!

Enjoy spending the rest of your day on the toilet later.

Yeeeah, Kate wasn't eating this. She was going to pretend she was eating, of course, but there was no way she was eating anything in this class.

Christian was too nervous about dress rehearsal later that day to eat.

Mercifully.

Chuck studied, and was now mildly miffed at the amount of time he'd wasted last night trying to cram last minute after... last week sort of knocked the idea of finals out of his mind. So his luck that it'd all be for nothing.

He'd totally eat the burrito. Just, in a minute once he was done pouting over that other thing.

George wasn't touching the "food." She was, however, smiling. Beaming.

He was leaving! Hooray!

Oh, come on, you know you'll miss the old bat.

...miss the chance to actually see him die. Take that, suckers!

George lingered after class, checking her watch and glancing around.

If a Post-It wanted to show up, now would be a great time for it.

"If you're waiting to see if I die," said Farnsworth, having no clue that that was exactly what George was waiting for, "then you might as well leave now. People have been waiting over a hundred years for that, and no such luck."

George checked her watch again.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You're not having any kind of a cough right now? A little headachey?"

"Now that you mention it," Farnsworth said with a frowning crease in his brow. "I am feeling a little nauseous."

Then the crease turned accusing, "But that's probably because there's still a student hanging around in my classroom."

Everyone who sees whut I did thar = awesome.

The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 12/14 ].

Sign In -- M.o.Q.N.F., 12/14.

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During the Lecture -- M.o.Q.N.F., 12/14.

Wonton Burrito Meals -- M.o.Q.N.F., 12/14.

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Talk to Farnsworth -- M.o.Q.N.F., 12/14.

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OOC -- M.o.Q.N.F., 12/14.