Lunch

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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!

Comments

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi nods wisely in a clandestine sort of way.

"Ohhhh. Yes. I figured you might."

She cracks off some of that deep fried crunchy bowl and scoops up the seled. It's obvious she can't wait to see what happens.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip grins and winks. "Let's just say you might want to stick around after lunch. It'll be... interesting."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

*grin*

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Pippi, have you Duo (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/509016.html?thread=23581784#t23581784)?

[[OOC: It's going on right now! Check Principal Smith's entry!]]

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter leans in over Pippi's shoulder and gives Pip a sly grin.

"Hey, Pippi, I talked to Dr. Eppes and I'm spending detention helping with locker 327. Go talk to him! Hurry!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi looks over to the rest of the lunch bunch.

"Excuse me." She said.

She shoved the last of her S'mures into her mouth, grabbed her bookbag and ran off.

Only slightly sorry she and Walter were leaving Pip alone in detention with the grinding pervert.