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The Seven Habits of Something Something Rawwwwwwwwwwr!!!! [Friday]
"Think win-win." Cheryl looked out over the class, arms crossed. "Well, guess what, you all apparently thought lose-lose because seriously, we literally told you not to come back this week, and gave you a pass not to. What the actual, flaming fuck is wrong with all of you?"
She threw her hands up with a despairing yell, clearly aggravated. Possibly because someone had tampered with her mood stabilizers, and now they didn't...exactly do what they were supposed to.
Whoops.
“You are all officially the slow class,” Pam said. “How do you fuck up something like not showing up? You’re all high school students, in summer school, which is highly illegal and not very nice at all. And it has to be obvious to you by now that we don’t give a shit, so why should you?!”
Guess whose pot tasted like weird, gross chemicals? Go on, guess.
Nothing made Pam crankier than ruined pot.
“So we’re gonna think win-win, which means everyone gets a Participation trophy because why bother even having competitions if one of the fucking special snowflakes might get his feelings hurt,” Pam huffed. “It’s a bunch of Montessori let’s-all-hold-hands touchy-feely garbage. Life isn't win-win. Life is I win, you starve to death behind a dumpster and I steal anything good left on your body.”
Ruined. Pot.
Cheryl, meanwhile, was clearly tottering towards the edge of some kind of actual breakdown, as she contributed, "Perfect fucking attendance isn't a motherfucking award! The word 'award'? Means that you are awarded something for fucking doing something. Putting your ass in the same seat every day for a year doesn't mean you should get an award, it means you should get a life."
With a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a growl, Cheryl added, "None of you is getting a perfect attendance award. None of you. Not even if you come every single day. Not even if you come all summer."
She took a deep breath, shaking her hair out (it was coming out of her bun, now), and turned to Pam, seemingly calmer. "Where's your lighter?"
RED ALERT, GUYS, RED ALERT.
“No lighters!” Pam shouted, slamming a hand on the desk. "We’re not getting fired from this shitty teaching gig, too! Stop fucking burning things down already! All my nice clothes smell like the goo that comes out of fire extinguishers and I RAWWWWWWWWWWWWRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hey, guys? There was now a velociraptor with a blonde bun standing in front of the class. So … that was happening.
"I feel better," said the velociraptor with the auburn bun in response, holding her arms out in front of her thoughtfully. "And here I thought I was going to have to self-medicate all night with the three V's again!"
(That's vicodin, valium and vodka, for those of you playing at home.)
Unfortunately, what came out when Cheryl the velociraptor spoke was much more along the lines of, "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHGGGHHHHHRRRHHHH!"
So, you know, that was a thing.
She threw her hands up with a despairing yell, clearly aggravated. Possibly because someone had tampered with her mood stabilizers, and now they didn't...exactly do what they were supposed to.
Whoops.
“You are all officially the slow class,” Pam said. “How do you fuck up something like not showing up? You’re all high school students, in summer school, which is highly illegal and not very nice at all. And it has to be obvious to you by now that we don’t give a shit, so why should you?!”
Guess whose pot tasted like weird, gross chemicals? Go on, guess.
Nothing made Pam crankier than ruined pot.
“So we’re gonna think win-win, which means everyone gets a Participation trophy because why bother even having competitions if one of the fucking special snowflakes might get his feelings hurt,” Pam huffed. “It’s a bunch of Montessori let’s-all-hold-hands touchy-feely garbage. Life isn't win-win. Life is I win, you starve to death behind a dumpster and I steal anything good left on your body.”
Ruined. Pot.
Cheryl, meanwhile, was clearly tottering towards the edge of some kind of actual breakdown, as she contributed, "Perfect fucking attendance isn't a motherfucking award! The word 'award'? Means that you are awarded something for fucking doing something. Putting your ass in the same seat every day for a year doesn't mean you should get an award, it means you should get a life."
With a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a growl, Cheryl added, "None of you is getting a perfect attendance award. None of you. Not even if you come every single day. Not even if you come all summer."
She took a deep breath, shaking her hair out (it was coming out of her bun, now), and turned to Pam, seemingly calmer. "Where's your lighter?"
RED ALERT, GUYS, RED ALERT.
“No lighters!” Pam shouted, slamming a hand on the desk. "We’re not getting fired from this shitty teaching gig, too! Stop fucking burning things down already! All my nice clothes smell like the goo that comes out of fire extinguishers and I RAWWWWWWWWWWWWRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hey, guys? There was now a velociraptor with a blonde bun standing in front of the class. So … that was happening.
"I feel better," said the velociraptor with the auburn bun in response, holding her arms out in front of her thoughtfully. "And here I thought I was going to have to self-medicate all night with the three V's again!"
(That's vicodin, valium and vodka, for those of you playing at home.)
Unfortunately, what came out when Cheryl the velociraptor spoke was much more along the lines of, "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHGGGHHHHHRRRHHHH!"
So, you know, that was a thing.

Sign in [07/25]
During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Class...Activity!?? [07/25]
Unfortunately for you, they didn’t explain it, and they’re not exactly speaking English right now.
So please have fun trying to figure out what the hell to do with six apricots, a jigsaw puzzle of a field of tulips, eighteen thumbtacks, a broken half of a pinata, two Hot Wheels cars, a goldfish bowl, and a ripped bag of flour.
Talk to the...Dinos [07/25]
OOC [07/25]
Re: Sign in [07/25]
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Did the teachers just turn into dinosaurs? Was that a thing that just happened?
Elsa was going to just sit there and stare with wide eyes for a moment.
And then quietly start gathering her things, because she was going to nope right out of this class period, today. Nope.
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Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Kathy didn't swear much. Kathy didn't swear often. Looking at their teachers, however, made it seem like a very appropriate time for one of her rare swears.
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Anyway, she had a date to get ready for tonight. Maybe? It was probably a date.
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
"I've had my fill of dinosaurs on this island already," she clarified. "And the ones that were here in the spring had the added bonus of not being Pam and Cheryl."
Elsa figured she could deal with a real dinosaur, but these two?
Nope.
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Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
"I didn't even think about the possibility that it could be permanent. I turned into a small bear for a couple of weeks, but I turned back afterwards!"
Well, now she was horrified.
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Wasn't it?
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Re: Sign in [07/25]
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Trying not to laugh.
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Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Well, sure, people turning into animals around here wasn't exactly new, but he hadn't expected to see it happen in front of him. That was just weird. Like a... whole-body sneeze, or something.
...And then he thought to look at Barry. He hadn't, right? Right?
Re: During the … Bit Where They Were Extra-Crazy, Then Became Dinosaurs [7-25]
Re: Class...Activity!?? [07/25]
Joker had NO idea what the activity might have been supposed to be, but a sprinkling of flour inside the broken piñata, plus Pam's lighter, which he was able to snag with a crutch from where it had fallen on the floor, equaled a small contained dust explosion!
Which was much larger and closer to his face than he'd imagined it being in his cunning plan. "Quick, while they're distracted!" he shouted. At least, he thought he did. It was hard for him to hear it, over the ringing in his ears. "Everybody run!"
He gathered up the apricots, so he could throw them as a secondary distraction, but then just stood there like an idiot, saying "MOP!" over and over to try to equalize the pressure in his ears and stop the ringing and the spinning.
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