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fandomhigh2014-05-16 11:30 am
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Career ... Something-or-Other, Pam's Forgotten and Cheryl Never Learned It Anyway [Friday, Period 1]
Today when the students came to the Danger Shop, where they'd been told to meet thanks to a hastily scrawled note on the door to their normal classroom that read We're in that big mindfuck room, go there, they'd find Cheryl and Pam standing in a room that certainly looked like a TSA checkpoint. (Assuming all of you were familiar with such a thing.)
"Ugh, they found us. Pam, we have to be more vague next time."
“They have to find us, dumbass,” Pam sighed. “If we don’t teach, we don’t get paid.” She wasn’t sure that was true, but it sounded true, and it might keep Cheryl relatively motivated. “But we can be vaguer and then they’ll show up, like, real late, and it still counts.”
And the kids might just give up in frustration instead! Win-win!!!
“So for the next few weeks in … I don’t remember what I named this class, but something about Career Advice,” Pam said, super-professionally, “we’re gonna show you some careers that might, like, actually work out for you guys. Not that ‘astronaut’ and ‘firefighter’ bullshit, but things that you guys might somehow be qualified for, and won’t fuck up too badly.”
Good to know your teachers had faith in you.
"So today, we picked something anyone can do. Literally anyone. I've seen old people who don't know where they are manage this one." It wasn't confirmed, but Cheryl was sure those old ladies at the airport with their knees covered by blankets were always hiding something. "You guys are gonna practice being…drug mules!"
She actually sort of threw her hands up in the air at that, as though announcing a parade or that there was free cake.
And about now might have been when everyone noticed the balloons she had laid out on the table. Cheryl wasn't going to tell the kids to use them, but...you know. They were there.
“If those kids use those properly, we’re gonna get arrested,” Pam said. Sounding just as long-suffering as you would, if you happened to, you know, teach class with Cheryl. “So get creative. Find ways to get through the scanner, and get your luggage through. We’ve got fake-heroin here for you,” flour, in Ziploc bags, on the table -- and you knew it was fake-heroin because lol like they’d hand over the real stuff instead of using it, “but if you want to smuggle something else through, that’s fine, too, so long as it’s legitimately contraband. No telling us your hands are lethal weapons and expecting that to count.”
"And you're not smuggling it past us," Cheryl added, jerking a thumb towards the two cops thatPam someone had helpfully programmed in. "You have to get it past those guys. So if you get caught, you better either be good at sweet-talking or want to go to prison."
Except how it was fake, but shhh.
"Ugh, they found us. Pam, we have to be more vague next time."
“They have to find us, dumbass,” Pam sighed. “If we don’t teach, we don’t get paid.” She wasn’t sure that was true, but it sounded true, and it might keep Cheryl relatively motivated. “But we can be vaguer and then they’ll show up, like, real late, and it still counts.”
And the kids might just give up in frustration instead! Win-win!!!
“So for the next few weeks in … I don’t remember what I named this class, but something about Career Advice,” Pam said, super-professionally, “we’re gonna show you some careers that might, like, actually work out for you guys. Not that ‘astronaut’ and ‘firefighter’ bullshit, but things that you guys might somehow be qualified for, and won’t fuck up too badly.”
Good to know your teachers had faith in you.
"So today, we picked something anyone can do. Literally anyone. I've seen old people who don't know where they are manage this one." It wasn't confirmed, but Cheryl was sure those old ladies at the airport with their knees covered by blankets were always hiding something. "You guys are gonna practice being…drug mules!"
She actually sort of threw her hands up in the air at that, as though announcing a parade or that there was free cake.
And about now might have been when everyone noticed the balloons she had laid out on the table. Cheryl wasn't going to tell the kids to use them, but...you know. They were there.
“If those kids use those properly, we’re gonna get arrested,” Pam said. Sounding just as long-suffering as you would, if you happened to, you know, teach class with Cheryl. “So get creative. Find ways to get through the scanner, and get your luggage through. We’ve got fake-heroin here for you,” flour, in Ziploc bags, on the table -- and you knew it was fake-heroin because lol like they’d hand over the real stuff instead of using it, “but if you want to smuggle something else through, that’s fine, too, so long as it’s legitimately contraband. No telling us your hands are lethal weapons and expecting that to count.”
"And you're not smuggling it past us," Cheryl added, jerking a thumb towards the two cops that
Except how it was fake, but shhh.
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See? Just like a real airport!
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That was a lot better than just coming out and calling Joker mentally retarded, right? Right.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine," the agent said, waving him through. "Use the moving walkways to rest your legs, kid. You've got it hard enough."
Such a softie.
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Even they weren't that dim.