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Today there was no Danger Shop. ~~ONLY ZUUL~~ Only a bunch of craft supplies and a whole lot of socks.

Yes. Socks.

Additionally there was a small puppet stage in the front of the classroom and a smiling Jamie Madrox.

"Is there anything more noble than the theater?" Jamie asked as the students settled down. "Sure. Feeding the poor. Teaching men to fish. Pro wrestling. But does they truly capture the drama that is the theater? No. It doesn't Today we'll be taking our own approach to theater using my favorite medium... the humble sock puppet."

Jamie gestured to the pile of socks and craft supplies. "Today you'll be creating your own sock puppets and then performing your own short skit. While you all prepare your sock puppets, I shall perform my own show for you to learn from."

And with that being said, Jamie reached into his own pocket and pulled out a sock puppet and put it on his hand.

"Hello, old friend," Jamie said with a smile.

"You're an effing moron," the puppet replied. "Where's the brothel with the pigmentally challenged hookers?"

"I've missed you too," Jamie replied. "Let's get started shall we?"

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"No idea," Ben admitted, "but at least your puppet had clothes on the entire time?"

"Yeah, I guess there's that. My bare sock body wasn't exposed for the entire world to see," Warren sighed, shaking his head a bit. "My socky dignity survived that blow."

"But you were blue," Ben said. "I think we're probably tied for puppet infamy."

The less said about the glitter flags, the happier Ben would be.

"I think I can live with a tie."

And now Warren was right back on his previous lament again.

"Who goes soul-searching and comes back blue anyhow?" He was totally not whining, shut up. "What was I doing? Holding my breath?"

"Getting really drunk and full-bodied tattooed?" Ben suggested.

"Healing factor," Warren sighed. "I couldn't get a tattoo to stay for long if I wanted. I mean, my wings would even grow back, after a while."

They had before, after all.

"Sock puppets are just drama queens, I think," he decided. Because that was the answer to all his woes.

"I'd never really put a lot of thought into that until now," Ben mused.

And dooming them all to waking up as sock puppets, probably.

Dramatic ones. Prone to turning blue or streaking.

Or turning blue and streaking. But that might require bad Scottish accents, too.

"This class has a really funny way of bringing up the important issues like that, yeah."

"At least we haven't licked a doorknob in a while?"

How did that become a measure of normal?

"Yeah, but my lollipop last class actually did taste like bacon," Warren sighed.

All it took was a semester doing assignments for Jamie Madrox, and a person could become desensitized to anything.

"Mine tasted like a pepper," Ben complained.

"Who makes candy that tastes like that, anyhow?"

Pepper! Bacon! That was not candy food!

"Sadists?" Ben offered.

"Sadists," Warren agreed. "Ones that were probably disgruntled former students of Jamie Madrox."

"Seems about right," Ben agreed, glaring over at the puppet stage.

"I think about the only thing that redeemed any of it is that, since he lit them all on fire, there can't be an encore performance."

That was an upside, right?

Ben grinned. "That is an excellent point."

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