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Shop Class [2/6]

As the students enter the Danger Shop, they'll see that Mac has set up what appears to be a long hallway. On a table there by the hallway are an assortment of cleaning products and other goods that you could pick up at your local Kwik Stop.

Yes. There are Twinkies.

"Your assignment today is to come up a way to walk down this hallway. The only trick to this is that there are several security lasers scattered about the hallway at different heights and angles. Your job is to come up with a way to detect the lasers and navigate the hallway without tripping the alarm."

The following Students will have detention this week for missing class more than three times in a row:
Yuffie
Sydney Bristow
DEATH

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Xander was not above cannibalism, as has been previously demonstrated - of his own or other people's assigments. He was, however, above cannibalism with Twinkies.

Shooting a disapproving frown in Crichton's direction, he sorted through the supplies until he found a tin of Nestle Chocolate Quik. Or as the heathens were calling these days, Nesquik.

Folding a piece of paper into a tight cone, he poured powder into the base, then blew it out into the hallway, watching the laser light bounce momentarily off the tiny sugar crystals.

The he did the exact same thing John had done. Only, you know. Without abusing the Twinkies. Since taping a piece of duct tape to the wall where the beam started and ended worked just fine, without the involvement of cream-filled, spongey tubes of Love.

Somewhere, someone was apologizing for that last metaphor, but not in this dimension.

Then he walked to the end of the hall, avoiding the beams.

Until he turned around to ~~stare~~ glare smugly at Crichton, totally tripped over his own shoelace, and broke the last beam, setting off the alarm.

John eats a Twinkie in order not to laugh.

Xander very pointedly did not stare at John eating the Twinkie. Except for that one quick glance to make sure he knew where John and the Twinkie were so he could not stare there.

It's possible that he was sulking while he unwrapped a Twinkie of his own and sat against the wall not staring at John.

John feels bad so he grabs another Twinkie and some juice and walks down the hall to sit next to Xander.

"Twinkie?" John asks, offering the tasty treat.

Xander looked up. He really couldn't help it - Pavlovian thing with the word 'Twinkie.'

"Uh. Thanks?" He took it and reflected as he could feel his face going pink that sometimes? Sudden awareness of subtext sucked.

[BWAHAHAHAHAHA. I SO DID. I SAW EVERYTHING!]

"Peace offering," John says and eats a Twinkie of his own. Good Twinkie. "To make up for what I wasted, I'll buy you a box. Consider it an early Valentine's Day present."

Xander eyed him. And then didn't.

"Aeryn's okay with you buying Valentine's Day presents for people not her?"

"As long as they're not the kind of Valentine's Day gifts I plan on getting Aeryn, I think she'd be okay with it." Just to tease, John says, "because, while you're a cool guy and all, I won't be getting you edible underwear."

"Clearly you have no idea of the proper use of Twinkies and duct tape," Xander answered instinctively, his recessive wiseass gene springing to the fore as always.

Then he buried his face in his knees. "I hate my mouth." 'Cept it kinda came out as "Ah heh muh mouf" because face, knees, etc.

John just grins. "Twinkies and duct tape? Hmm, do tell. Sounds like you're experienced in the Twinkie and duct tape fun."

Xander sat up, snorted resignedly, and shook his head. "Nah. The most creative thing I've ever done with duct tape involved two G.I. Joes, three Barbies -- not mine -- a celery stick and a model of the NSEA Protector."

John's eyes kind of go wide and he stops eating his Twinkie mid bite.

"Did you have a lot of time on your hands when you were a kid?"

"Well, yeah. Not sure what that has to do with my science fair project from last year, though."

Xander grinned, twinkies be damned, because yo, Galaxy Quest. "I re-created The Omega Mutiny - except for the big space string that was supposed to come attack the celery. I kind of undercooked the spaghetti, and it wouldn't stick."

John can only shake his head.

"Couldn't keep the string hard, huh?"

"Actually--" He shook his head, knowing exactly what he was bout to say, but really not seeing where else he could head with it. "It wouldn't go soft, was the problem."

Xander hadn't actually made it out of suddenly-painfully-aware-of-double-meanings mode. He'd just resigned himself to it.

"Nice Try, Harris. Good Technique though."

"Yeah, I usually get a 9 or higher in the artistic portion of the falling on my ass olympics. Sometimes the Belgian judge gives eights, but eh, you know Belgians." Xander made a gesture with his hands that possibly implied drinking heavily, swatting away dragonflies, or worshipping Cthulu, it was that weird and simultaneously vague.

"Now now, Harris. We must learn to look past our differences with these Belgians. It's the Dutch you need to keep your eye on."

Xander nodded. "You do speak truth there. The things you see going on in the Elderly Dutch Chat Rooms on the internets? Eesh."

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