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"You've all done great," Fred said. "Thanks for the memories, stay sweet, all that stuff. The only thing I have left to teach you how to throw is an end of the semester pizza party. It's a complicated process. You order some pizza. You have people eat it. Call it a party. Done! Now have some pizza and let's call this whole thing over."

Fred was ending his teaching career with class.
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The Danger Shop was a big lawn today. "The Olympics start today, so we're going to look at the three classic throwing track and field events. The Hammer Throw, the Discus, and the Javelin. Please keep in mind that any of these can and will kill someone through long distance bludgeoning, stabbing or..." Fred held up the discus. "I dunno, accidental swallowing. I guess it could give you a concussion and if that happens enough time you'll end up messed up. Still. Eventually deadly."

The process was as you might expect by this point in the summer: Fred demonstrated the proper way to throw a big ball at the end of a rope, a discus, and a very sharp stick, just like Olympic athletes did! Only better, if you asked him.

"And that's how it's done. Give it a shot, and then get ready for the Opening Ceremonies tonight." He meant 'leave and get some beer before eventually sitting down in front of the TV and mocking NBC.'
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"Okay, last week we blew stuff up. This week, keeping it simple. This week we're sticking to baseballs, which are a little rounder, more aerodynamic, and much less likely to blow up in your face," Fred said in the middle of a baseball field generated by the Shop. He was holding up a baseball and then, suddenly launched it toward home plate with perfect form.

"There's a bunch of steps to a baseball pitch dealing with your body movement and placement. Are you raising your forward leg fully for more power, or working in a slide step to get the ball out of your hand faster because there's someone on base? What angle are you throwing with, the traditional overhand or are you being sneakier with a side arm? And how are you going to grip the ball? Because every pitch, from your basic fastball to a knuckleball that doesn't rotate starts with how you're gripping it."

Fred demonstrated all of this, along with a special floating screen near him that showed what he was doing with his hands the whole time. It was as detailed a demonstration as you could hope for if you were at all interested in baseball, which probably meant it was dreadfully boring to anyone who didn't care.

But guess what, you signed up for the class, so it was all your own fault.
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"Okay, none week I was busy, last week I was… Ugh," Fred declared. "So screw it, let's throw grenades and blow some shit up."

The Danger Shop transformed into a desertscape littered with dummies, tanks, and sheds. By the students were a bunch of bandoliers with grenades strapped to them.

"The important thing with grenades is that you want to throw them far away because they explode and make things blow up. You do not want to be blown up. You want other things to be blown up," Fred emphasized. He grabbed a bandolier and pulled off a grenade, demonstrating as he explained. "You pop the pin out, which turns it into an active explosive, and then you throw it away from you. Again, far away. Run away after you throw it if you're not confident in your throwing skills yet. If it explodes too close to you, you'll probably die from shrapnel. And if that doesn't get you, the shockwave probably will."

Fred provided some more information about pins and lobbed a few more into the distance. Each one ended with a satisfying boom and maybe a dummy arm flying around in tatters.

"Okay, go ahead, make things explode, and definitely don't take advantage of the fact that the Shop is designed to not blow you up if you didn't throw a grenade far enough." With that, a grenade exploded directly behind Fred. As the smoke started to clear, he could be seen posing, looking up at something unidentified in the sky and holding his bandolier. Like a badass.

"Okay, seriously, start doing it."
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"Hey guys," Fred said, not in costume today. Class was in the Danger Shop, and each student would find a wooden trunk at their feet. "Sorry I missed last week's first class of the semester. Something came up, which is no excuse. You're here to learn and you deserve my undivided attention, which I promise you'll get from here on out. Because I'm here for you." Either Fred was really laying it on thick, or he had absolutely been messed with.

"Welcome to Throwing Things. I'm your mentor, Fred Myers. But please, call me Fred. And since we didn't do it last week, we're going to start with introductions. Not just for yourself, though. Because today we're going to learn how to throw your voice. That's right. You're going to learn to use puppets!" Specifically ventriloquist dummies "Open up the trunks next to you, meet your new best friend, listen to me explain how to throw your voice, and then you'll introduce yourself and your friend! Doesn't that sound like the best thing?"

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