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Yuoo hefe-a mede-a it thruoogh zee veek my leettle-a doompleengs. Cungretooleshuns!

Tudey's Menoo is:

Cheeckee-a in da beskee-a!

The Chef takes one of his chickens (named Gloria) and tosses her into the basketball hoop he has placed in the cafeteria. He obviously scores since he has been doing this since the seventies.

French Freees

Tacu Seled

S'mures!

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Pip waves. "Hiya. Fun fact. French Frees are actually Belgian," he says as he eats one. "So, you want to learn self-defense, yes? Is this just for general purposes or is there something specific you have in mind?"

She raises an eyebrow at this fact and nods, "good to know, it'll give me a way to confuse the servers in fast food places, not that'll be especially hard."

"General purposes I guess, I mean well I just want to learn how to be able to protect myself against things that are bigger than me, you look pretty strong so I guess you'll be good practise for me. Plus you seem to know what you're talking about."

Pip scratches the perpetual bandage on his nose. "Hmmm. Well, what are you looking for in terms of fighting? Are you looking to survive? Looking to be able to beat your oponent?" He looks dark. "Are you looking for something you can go out looking for a fight with? What I can teach you depends a lot on what you're looking to do."

She doesn't even hessiant in her answer, "I want to beat them yeah, I want whatever might try to attack me to be sorry they did, but no I don't plan on looking for a fight" she pauses for a moment looking suddenly very serious "well not right now anyway." she knew one day she and her sisters would probably have to do that.

"Maybe we could cover that later? Once you've taught me the basics?"

Pip nods. "Fair enough. And probably a good decision. "Learn to fight so that you don't have to fight." Or something. I don't know, I'm not good on the old ancient wisdom. Do you have any and all fighting experience at all? I don't want to waste time showing you how to break a fall, for example."

She shakes her head, "not really, I smushed a couple a zombies with a baseball bat, but they were kinda frozen, so they weren't really fighting back so much."

Pip nods. "Well, I could teach you both armed and unarmed combat if you like. I mean, I'm not techincally qualified, but I know my way around a fight." He takes a drag on his cigarette. "When do you want to start?" he asks.

"Yeah a little armed training might be a good idea actually and I was gonna suggest tonight, but well there's this mixer dance in the gym tonight and I'm trying to spend as little time in the attic as possible. How about Monday instead? Or we could start with the armed training tonight at the gun range maybe?" she suggests, she did plan plan to go ot the dance but she really wanted to get started with this, the attack that happened over Christmad had really freaked her out.

"Hmm. I had my heart set on going to that dance tonight. If you don't mind staying up late, I could show you a thing or two with some guns in the firing range. I've got small arms and a couple of assault rifles. Barring that, Monday would probably be a good time to start." He winks conspiratorially at her. "I anticipate that Saturday will be somewhat booked for me."

She raises an eyebrow, "Getting a dention in your first week?" she asks, "That even beats Sawyer," as she says his name something changes a little she looks fragile for a moment, but pushes it away quickly.

"Yeah I'm probably gonna go to the dance to, so I guess Monday might be best then, something about you tells me you drink, probably those posters I saw for StudCo and I don't think operating guns while under the influence is the best idea I've had." she tells him.

Pip holds a finger up to his lips. "Shhhh, I haven't done it yet. Stick around after lunch, though." He noticies the brief change, but elects not to comment on it. He knows personal pain all too well.

Pip grins. "Yeah. Drunken shooting is not the best idea. We can either start with armed or unarmed combat on Monday. It's up to you. Teaching people unarmed combat always gives me a good workout anyway."

Yeah not commenting was definitely the best idea, unless Pip wanted a crying Paige on his hands.

"Now why am I suddenly very happy I don't have classes today?" she asks smiling again.

"I guess starting with unarmed would suit me best, I mean I'm not always gonna have access to a weapon am I?"

And if Pip ever got the whole story, Paige would have a very pissed-off and violent Pip on her hands.

Pip grins. "No reason," he says. "And you're right about weapons. Not only that, there isn't a weapon in the world that can't be taken from you. So it's best to start there." He blew out a stream of smoke into the air. "Tell you what, Monday evening we can go into the gym and I'll show you some of the basics. Important stuff like how throw a good punch or how to take one."

And that's why Paige is never going to tell anyone what's happening, she's not so much a fan of the violence especially when Sawyer's involved, he's misguided, luckily he knows that.

"Monday sounds good, thanks Pip, I really appreciate this, I know there's a self-defense club, but well I'm thinking I could use some one on one training," she really wished she could tell him why, but so far she didn't know how much she could trust him and her instincts weren't all that good by all accounts.

Pip, being the hothead who dislikes it when his friends get hurt that he is, would probably break his arm anyway.

Pip nods. "Well, you obviously have some very serious reason why you want to learn this. And if someone wants to learn to defend themself, it's probably really important that they learn quickly. Lot of dangerous things around here, from my understanding."

It sounds like Pip and Sawyer have a lot in common, only Sawyer's not so much one for friends. A broken arm might make him think though, mind you so might Paige breaking up with him.

She nods and looks up at him looking sad again though for totally different reasons now. "Yeah it's pretty serious and the bad things aren't just around here..." she stops herself talking quickly and looks away.

She'd probably tell him about her destiny one day, he seemed to be on the good side, not that Paige was always convinced that was the side she was on.

Pip nods. "Don't I know it," he says as he reflexivly scratches around his eye. It had been itching like hell lately. He'd have to go the mainland to have it checked.

She didn't know why but she got the feeling he'd probably understand some of the stuff that worried her, the thought about having to vanquish demons when she and her sisters left here, she just wanted to be as prepared as she possibly could be, she didn't want to let her sisters down again.

She watches with a little concern as he scratches his eye, "you okay there? You know we have a clinic right?"

Pip nods, not even realizing he'd be scratching it. "Yeah, I visited it already. Dr. Wilson told me I'd have to go to the mainland if I wanted my eye, or lack thereof, checked out."

She frowns, she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to healk something that was't even there.

"That sucks, does it...generally cause you trouble?" she asks

Pip shrugs. "It makes depth perception hard. It was mostly a matter of getting used to it after I lost it. I also have no peripheral vison on the left side, though a lot of the mercs joked that I had a sixth sense so it didn't matter for me anyway. It itches sometimes as well. Like... a "phantom eye" if you will."

She nods, "Yeah I guess that makes sense, I'll make sure I don't attack you from the left them or sneek up on you from that side either!" she tells him looking a lot happier than when she first joined him. At least she knew she was doing productive now.

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