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Upon entering the Danger Shop, the students will find that it has been turned into a movie theater, complete with comfy seating, popcorn and soda.

"Good Morning class. As some of you may have noticed, I was out of town last Wednesday doing some work for my former employer. Somehow that... uh... "work" was taped ~~using pirate radio technology~~ and mistakenly broadcast during a major sporting event over the weekend. Despite the breach in security, I thought you might like to see how one one can escape a dangerous situation by using the most commonplace items."

Mac then shows the ~~work safe~~ footage to the class.

When it's done, Mac turns to the class and gives each student a Mastercard.

"Each card has only $20.00 on it. Your assignment today is to go to town and purchase five items for your own personal survival kit. I then want you to tell me how each item can be used to escape a dangerous situation ~~and why it would be priceless~~. Assume that you already have a Swiss Army Knife and duct tape. I'll give extra credit for those people who come up with ten items."

[[ETA: Shop Assignment can be handed in on Monday if you need more time or want to play this out.]]

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Xander... stared at him. Because dude. There's ignoring subtext that you're probably imagining anyway due to COMPLETE MENTAL BREAKDOWN and then there's just. Dude.

John just laughs at the look on Xander's face.

"Did you choke on something, dude?"

Xander stared for a second longer, narrowing his eyes. Then determined -- for the sake of what small amount of remaining self-possession he, uh, possessed -- that no, Crichton just really was so blind to double-entendre that he wouldn't see it if it stood on his nose with a megaphone and yelled "HI I'M DOUBLE-ENTENDRE" in his face.

"Uh. No? Just thinking gilded pants would a little... disco? Unless you're M.C. Hammer, or a prizefighter."

John nods slowly.

"Hmmm. You should totally wear MC Hammer pants, Xander," John says randomly. "You could carry lots of Twinkies in there."

This time when Xander stared at him, it was for the totally normal reason that what John had just said was in fact bugnuts.

"And I'd have them all to myself, alone in the padded room they threw me in..." he replied. "Dude, I'm from 2000, not 1990."

"1990 wasn't that bad," John says and shakes his head. "I bet you totally liked the New Kids on the Block."

"I was totally ten; everybody I knew totally liked the New Kids On The Block," Xander said. Possibly a little defensively.

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