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Dealing With Idiots | Friday | Period 4 (Session 5)
"Sadly, yes, it was necessary for Baldrick to return today."
As if any of his students would require an announcement of that fact to be aware of the dull-eyed dungball up at the front of the room near (but not too near) to Edmund's lectern.
"His presence is required because today, we're going to finish off our section on dealing with the very, very stupid that you don't have to suck up to, via a practical exercise in getting them to do something."
"Oi, that's not hard." Baldrick didn't waste time arguing about the very very stupid designation, at least. "I can do plenty of things. I can catch rats... eventually, when they get really old and slow. And I can whistle!" The sound coming out of that mouth in demonstration was almost as foul as the breath coming out of that mouth, possibly because it was accompanied by bits of Baldrick's breakfast -- or possibly bits of his teeth -- also coming out of his mouth.
"No, you can't. Stop that." Edmund banged him once round the head with his own hat before jamming it back down over not at all enough of Baldrick's face. "But thank you for providing us with a helpful example of the need, when dealing with you and those like you, for extreme specificity in one's demands. Here's another: Baldrick, I fancy a cup of tea. Go put the kettle on." Pants and more pants, he'd undercut himself there. "And come back afterwards," he added before Baldrick had made it to the door. "Until he returns, class, you may talk amongst yourselves, take notes, smoke them if you possess them, whatever."
~~~~~~Ten minutes later~~~~~~
Edmund gazed toward the sight in the doorway. "I rest my case. Baldrick, go back to our lodgings, remove the the kettle from your head, and make some tea with it. Wait there until I arrive. Don't drink the tea."
Exeunt Baldrick, teakettle still on his head. "I would have changed the order of the orders there, but I felt the squirrels could use the amusement of following him through town like that," he added. "Your assignment today is to pair up, pretend one of you is Baldrick or a slightly less odious equivalent thereof and practice giving orders whose results won't give you a concussion from the force of bashing your head against a wall. Imitation-Baldricks need not attempt to duplicate the scent, just the cranial capacity."
[OOC: Open and less smelly once Baldrick's gone!]
As if any of his students would require an announcement of that fact to be aware of the dull-eyed dungball up at the front of the room near (but not too near) to Edmund's lectern.
"His presence is required because today, we're going to finish off our section on dealing with the very, very stupid that you don't have to suck up to, via a practical exercise in getting them to do something."
"Oi, that's not hard." Baldrick didn't waste time arguing about the very very stupid designation, at least. "I can do plenty of things. I can catch rats... eventually, when they get really old and slow. And I can whistle!" The sound coming out of that mouth in demonstration was almost as foul as the breath coming out of that mouth, possibly because it was accompanied by bits of Baldrick's breakfast -- or possibly bits of his teeth -- also coming out of his mouth.
"No, you can't. Stop that." Edmund banged him once round the head with his own hat before jamming it back down over not at all enough of Baldrick's face. "But thank you for providing us with a helpful example of the need, when dealing with you and those like you, for extreme specificity in one's demands. Here's another: Baldrick, I fancy a cup of tea. Go put the kettle on." Pants and more pants, he'd undercut himself there. "And come back afterwards," he added before Baldrick had made it to the door. "Until he returns, class, you may talk amongst yourselves, take notes, smoke them if you possess them, whatever."
~~~~~~Ten minutes later~~~~~~
Edmund gazed toward the sight in the doorway. "I rest my case. Baldrick, go back to our lodgings, remove the the kettle from your head, and make some tea with it. Wait there until I arrive. Don't drink the tea."
Exeunt Baldrick, teakettle still on his head. "I would have changed the order of the orders there, but I felt the squirrels could use the amusement of following him through town like that," he added. "Your assignment today is to pair up, pretend one of you is Baldrick or a slightly less odious equivalent thereof and practice giving orders whose results won't give you a concussion from the force of bashing your head against a wall. Imitation-Baldricks need not attempt to duplicate the scent, just the cranial capacity."
[OOC: Open and less smelly once Baldrick's gone!]
Re: Activity: Give Orders To An Idiot That They Can't Mess Up!
Okay, she just wanted to see what he'd do next.
Re: Activity: Give Orders To An Idiot That They Can't Mess Up!
Hmm. What would an idiot do when asked to heat up some tea? Perhaps... microwave it? But this was a classroom -- ah. But it was a Fandom classroom. Microwave located.
Wesley crossed the room purposefully, placed the (metal!) tea kettle inside, and then began pressing buttons at random. But not the "on" one. He didn't want to cause a real explosion.
Re: Activity: Give Orders To An Idiot That They Can't Mess Up!
Possibly from experience. She wasn't saying.
"No no!" she cried. "Here. I'll heat up the water. You...fetch us two clean teacups."
Dammit. In a moment, she'd probably realize she was nowhere near specific enough.
Re: Activity: Give Orders To An Idiot That They Can't Mess Up!
Right! Teacups. Clean ones.
Wesley returned with two very pretty, very expensive-looking glasses that were better suited to holding champagne than tea. Why were those even out, anyway?
[[ooc: i go sleeps now.]]
Re: Activity: Give Orders To An Idiot That They Can't Mess Up!
Look, he'd dropped water all over the floor. And these looked expensive!
She vanished them quickly and sent him back for something else. "Made of ceramic!" she called.
[Night!]