fandomhigh | Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday

Today in class, the Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles students would be happy to find a projector set up in the front of the room and a DVD set to its home screen. Unfortunately, upon second glance, that DVD on its home screen was a 40-minute long FBI recruitment video. And on each of the desks was a brochure with the FBI logo on top that contained much the same message.

As if that wasn't bad enough, a fairly miserable-looking Neal was holding notes that had just been faxed to him from Peter, containing a script for today's class.

Peter... may have just found out what Neal was teaching here, exactly.

"Hey," he said to the class once everyone had arrived, looking decidedly unenthusiastic about today. Holding up his notes so as to make it perfectly clear he was reading from a script, he recited dully, "Of course, no training in tricks and cons would be complete without an understanding of how you can use those skills to assist with national security." He rolled his eyes. "Really, Peter?"

Monotonously, he continued, "Having been taught how to lie and deceive people over the past six weeks, now you should turn your attention to one of this nation's finest career opportunities that will allow you to put those skills to use while helping your country. Please know that the FBI is an exciting, morally upstanding career choice."

That part made Neal feel a little sick.

Putting down his notes, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay. Movie time. And then a little presentation from Kenzi that has nothing to do with... this."

That last word was uttered with more than a little bit of contempt. He really hated Peter sometimes.

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Have I mentioned I hate crutches? Because I really really really do.

You know, I broke a toe this weekend, and you are taking ALL MY STREET CRED AWAY by talking about your legit injury. Hdu.

Ha! Omg sorry about your toe. Did you at least break it in a non-pathetic way? Because there is just about no way to sustain an injury that is more pathetic than how my foot broke. AT ALL.

My BFF stomped on it on a dance floor. And it's only my baby toe. It's seriously not even worth mentioning, injury-wise, except that it's sort of a hilarious way to break something. "How'd you get hurt, Erin?" "MY FRIEND DANCED TOO CLOSE IN HEELS."

What have you done to incur this foot wrath of yours?

:O OUCH. But yeah, that's at least a decent story.

I was babysitting a kid at a birthday party, and while the kids were going through the sprinkler, the other adults and I sort of hijacked the Twister board. AND THEN DISASTER STRUCK. Most embarrassing injury ever.

HAHAHAHAHHAA THAT IS AMAZING, NOT PATHETIC.

You try having 25 soaked nine-year-olds come poke the fallen babysitter! And now I owe some poor mom for having to take care of Noah the rest of the day once my sister rescued me. IT WAS THE WORST.

CURSE YOU, LEFT FOOT GREEN.

Crutches are THE WORST. Your sides and underneath your arms are gonna be SO SORE. I know, that's not helpful but man, that's what I remember from when I ripped up ligaments in my ankle.

UGH. SUCKS. Not excited for that one bit.

I'm considering just not getting up for six weeks, but that may not be super practical. Sigh.

*gives you more fake chocolate*

OMG I LOVE YOU. THAT IS THE BEST ORAL REPORT EVER, KTHX.

*bows*

*accepts chocolate*

ahahah, I am glad you like! *bounce* It is way harder to get away with stuff these days. Makes me said I wasn't KGB back when the identity farming was good.

*noms more chockie*

HEE. Ditto, man. CMIYC makes me wanna be ~~Neal~~ Frank soooo bad. Because I have morals. Yes.

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4

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