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Du nut meend zee smell stoodents. Zeere-a ves a smell fire-a in zee keetchee thees murneeng und I ves furced tu poot it oooot veet my punts. Vheech is vhy I em nut veereeng punts. Boot luuk et my cuote-a buxers! Zeey hefe-a duocks oon zeem!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheeckee Put Pie-a (a leettle-a boornt)

-Ceeser Seled

-Cheese-a Peezza

-Cherry Pie-a

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"Did you not read the paper today?" Cally asks.

"Hadn't yet." Xander shakes his head and pulls the folded-up paper out from under his tray.

He unfolds and scans it.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, learning is helpful, teenagers make out a lot, Mountie still hot. Okay, no offense to the staff, but is there ever any actual news in this thing?"

Then he gets to the bottom. "Oho hohohoho. Girlkissy poll."

Cally sticks out her lower lip a little. "Don't suppose you'd show your support your old Homecoming date, would you?"

Xander reads down the list of names again. "Well, not like there's a losing option here for me, no matter which one I pick."

Which is a nifty way not to say that he kinda leans toward Aeryn/Callisto, since the part about winning no matter what is true enough.

Cally sticks out her lower lip a little further. "But there's a whole lot of losing options for me," she says.

Xander puts up his hands in a ... kinda completely useless... warding off gesture. "Ack. With the Big Eyes! You taught my frog how to get the extra crunchies, didn't you!"

"Maaaaybe?" Cally says, still giving the extra-sad sad puppy face.

Xander covers his face with his hands.

After a second he slowly slides his fingers away from his eyes.

"ACK!"

He sighs, drops his hands, and re-folds the paper. "Okay, but if there's any kind of investigation, I'm totally telling them you cheat."

"Okay," Cally says, now smiling. "Thanks."

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