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[classprotector]

Okay, so...a couple months ago? Actually like five months ago, wow, time really flies when you're...stuck in a summer camp full of angry undead. Which is sort of like having fun. In the not way. Anyway. A while ago we had this dance thing. With a twist, which was that you signed up and someone else set you up with a date. And you set them up

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[runningmouth]

Hey, I learned to tango last time. Obviously it's educational. Sign me up.

[classprotector]

You learned? Man, I'm outlawing learning this time. We can't have that.

[runningmouth]

Well, I'm not sure it was the tango, but it was something. Does it count as learning if I don't know what I learned?

[classprotector]

Partial learning credit. If learning from dances were a class, you'd get a C.

[runningmouth]

Hey, I'm not average. I learned when I wasn't supposed to, which is either a great accomplishment or a complete failure.

[classprotector]

But you didn't do it well.

[runningmouth]

Hey, my dancing is superb. I just can't remember what the damn dance is called.

[classprotector]

I'll take your word for it.

[runningmouth]

I thought I'd danced with you. If not, I can prove it.

[classprotector]

I don't think we did a step. But I'm good.

[runningmouth]

Your loss. So Kon wants to learn how to dance? What's wrong with swinging you around in a circle while floating? What are superpowers for if not abuse?

[classprotector]

No, Kon wants to go to a club. I think he's in withdrawl.

[runningmouth]

Ahh, now that makes more sense. Needs more flashing lights and booming music?

[classprotector]

Apparently.

[runningmouth]

Sounds good. I think some of the city boys are losing it, yeah. All this sunshine and fresh air.

[classprotector]

It's a problem.