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fandomhigh2014-04-04 10:14 am
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The Modern Workplace and You [Friday, period 1]
Today the class met in the Danger Shop, and today, it was minus...one of their teachers. Which was mostly ominous because it meant Cheryl had to teach by herself, and it was especially ominous because the Danger Shop was a done up as a dimly-lit winding two-lane highway with plenty of moddable obstacles. Oh, and there were a bunch of really fast-looking cars behind her, too. Yep.
DUN DUN DUN.
But at least Cheryl was as back-to-normal as she ever got, so there was something. She had her arms crossed when the students came in today, leaning against a big, muscley black car. "Hi, hi, hi, whatever, hi," she greeted them, vaguely waving at various students. "So you're all normal again? I mean, for whatever passes for normal with you guys, right? Sweet." That meant the Terminator was at least less Terminator-y, so she could sleep easier now.
She pushed away from the car, exhaling sharply. "Well, Pam was gonna teach you guys how to drift-race today -- she had some way it tied into HR and cooperation or something, but you'll have to ask her about it next week. I couldn't hear her little metaphor about pit crews and teamwork over the sound of her barfing this morning." She angrily kicked one of the Dodge's tires. "Stupid fat ho got herself all hungover so now I have to figure out racecars so -- fuck it. Whatever. You guys are gonna race cars. You can do that by yourselves or in little teams against each other, whatever works, or just, like...drive really fast and don't race. I don't care at all. Don't run each other or we'll get sued, and if you crash one of those cars, you have to pay the Japanese fucks who keep calling our house."
Cheryl didn't understand the Danger Shop very well. Probably best to keep it that way, kids.
DUN DUN DUN.
But at least Cheryl was as back-to-normal as she ever got, so there was something. She had her arms crossed when the students came in today, leaning against a big, muscley black car. "Hi, hi, hi, whatever, hi," she greeted them, vaguely waving at various students. "So you're all normal again? I mean, for whatever passes for normal with you guys, right? Sweet." That meant the Terminator was at least less Terminator-y, so she could sleep easier now.
She pushed away from the car, exhaling sharply. "Well, Pam was gonna teach you guys how to drift-race today -- she had some way it tied into HR and cooperation or something, but you'll have to ask her about it next week. I couldn't hear her little metaphor about pit crews and teamwork over the sound of her barfing this morning." She angrily kicked one of the Dodge's tires. "Stupid fat ho got herself all hungover so now I have to figure out racecars so -- fuck it. Whatever. You guys are gonna race cars. You can do that by yourselves or in little teams against each other, whatever works, or just, like...drive really fast and don't race. I don't care at all. Don't run each other or we'll get sued, and if you crash one of those cars, you have to pay the Japanese fucks who keep calling our house."
Cheryl didn't understand the Danger Shop very well. Probably best to keep it that way, kids.
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