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Practical Phys Ed, Monday, Period 3

Welcome to the Danger Shop! Fred was standing in the middle of what looked like a gym. Sure, he could have used the actual gym, but why do that when you could be in a fake gym? He was wearing a tracksuit that had his costume underneath, just in case he needed to be in a costume suddenly. Mainly because his costume had jetboots.

"Hey, kids. I'm Coach Myers. And keep that in mind because if you don't call me 'Coach,' I'm gonna fail you," Fred said. He kept silent for a moment before giving a laugh. "Nah, I'm kidding, I wouldn't fail you for that." He stopped laughing and glared. He totally would fail you. He controlled your fates. Don't pretend he didn't! He could keep you out of college!

"So, what we're gonna do in this class is playing sport that might actually be helpful to you sometime in your lives. Running, karate stuff, things like that," Fred explained. "So don't worry, none of that dodgeball crap. I would never make you play a garbage game like that."

A dodgeball materialized in his hand and he threw it at somebody's head. "I mean, you're still getting a dodgeball thrown at your heads for no good reason, because that's life. We're gonna call that the Ball of Talking. Even if it pops you in the mouth, you gotta talk about who you are and what your favorite sport is. I'll start even though I don't have the ball because I'm the Coach and I can do what I want. I'm Coach Fred Myers. I'm old enough to probably be your dads (since I matured early), so don't be afraid to look at me as a mentor. And I like baseball, which prepared me for life because a bunch of nerds who don't even know how to throw a ball run the entire game now. You, with the Talking Ball, start talking, then throw the ball at someonef. And while you do that, here's the Ball of Being My TA. Imma throw it in the middle of you and whoever picks it up gets to rule over the rest of the group for the whole semester. The rest of you get to run laps at the end of class. Because life."