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fandomhigh2014-10-10 01:10 pm
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How To Totally Be a Spy, For Real (We Mean It), Friday
Today, Cheryl was actually lying on the desk at the front of the room, her eyes shut with an ice pack over them. That would probably explain why she hadn't noticed that no one was there until she started talking.
"An important part of being a spy," she droned, her mouth barely open, "is learning how to treat a fucking hangover."
“And not playing the pill game with someone who has the kind of shit that this idiot does,” Pam added, from her spot on the floor. Desks were for people who could climb onto them, and today, that was not her. “Because some of those were not even --”
And that was when Pam opened her eyes. Wait. Waaaaaaaaaait.
“Hooooooly shit,” Pam breathed. “We did it! Cheryl! Carol! Whoever the fuck you are this week! LOOK!”
It was the most beautiful sight of all: a completely empty classroom.
Cheryl yanked the ice pack off her eyes, blinking blearily at…"Oh my fucking Christ on a ranch-flavored crouton," she breathed. "They're...they're not here."
She sat up, staring at Pam. "It worked! It WORKED!"
This was worth pulling all two-fifty of herself off the floor, so she could jump up into the air in a very ill-conceived jump for joy. “They’re gone! They stopped coming! IT WORKED! It --”
Ooooooooooh, yeah, and that was Pammy puking on the floor. Shut up. That was totally not going to harsh her buzz, right now.
She wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand so that she could ask the most important question of all. “So … we still get paid, right?”
"Who the fuck cares? I'll pay you if it means we can go home," Cheryl told her, peeling herself up off the desk. "Oh my god, it finally worked. What do you think did it? Bringing in Archer?"
Because if summoning Sterling Archer to Fandom got her out of teaching, she could deal with having her clothes thrown out of windows a few times a year.
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Pam said, pulling herself up to her feet again. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before one of those little shits tries to show up.”
Hey, everyone. Guess who didn’t realize it was Fall Break?
"An important part of being a spy," she droned, her mouth barely open, "is learning how to treat a fucking hangover."
“And not playing the pill game with someone who has the kind of shit that this idiot does,” Pam added, from her spot on the floor. Desks were for people who could climb onto them, and today, that was not her. “Because some of those were not even --”
And that was when Pam opened her eyes. Wait. Waaaaaaaaaait.
“Hooooooly shit,” Pam breathed. “We did it! Cheryl! Carol! Whoever the fuck you are this week! LOOK!”
It was the most beautiful sight of all: a completely empty classroom.
Cheryl yanked the ice pack off her eyes, blinking blearily at…"Oh my fucking Christ on a ranch-flavored crouton," she breathed. "They're...they're not here."
She sat up, staring at Pam. "It worked! It WORKED!"
This was worth pulling all two-fifty of herself off the floor, so she could jump up into the air in a very ill-conceived jump for joy. “They’re gone! They stopped coming! IT WORKED! It --”
Ooooooooooh, yeah, and that was Pammy puking on the floor. Shut up. That was totally not going to harsh her buzz, right now.
She wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand so that she could ask the most important question of all. “So … we still get paid, right?”
"Who the fuck cares? I'll pay you if it means we can go home," Cheryl told her, peeling herself up off the desk. "Oh my god, it finally worked. What do you think did it? Bringing in Archer?"
Because if summoning Sterling Archer to Fandom got her out of teaching, she could deal with having her clothes thrown out of windows a few times a year.
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Pam said, pulling herself up to her feet again. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before one of those little shits tries to show up.”
Hey, everyone. Guess who didn’t realize it was Fall Break?
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If Two Idiots Lecture In An Empty Classroom, Does It Make a Sound?
There's Totally No Activity This Week
Don't Talk to Pam and Cheryl
Okay, I suppose if someone who isn't on the trip wants to stop in and see what the unholy fuck is going on, this is totally the thread to do it in.
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Which is to say, my partner-in-crime and I have totally stupid cracky ideas sometimes, and this is one of them. ♥
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Also, I momentarily panicked. "Wait, were we supposed to-! Oh, Pam and Cheryl."
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