itp: sad attempts at relaxation

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[Chilling in the Mess Hall today? Having some quiet time? Well, no more. Someone, you see, is talking at you. Loudly. It is also of note that she appears to be about to throw yoghurt at her laptop.]

Excuse me! Sorry to disturb you, but I had to ask: do you think there should ever, ever be a question on a quiz that is answered with bran?[Rachel

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[nursing a headache with what appears to be a Red Bull.]

Can you take it down a few decibels first?

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Absolutely not! This is serious.

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- what is it?

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It's called an 'impossible quiz'. I hold zero belief in the impossible, and so I will stamp on its oversaturated internet face.

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[... leans over to look at her laptop.]

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[there is a large GAME OVER sign displayed at the moment. hffff.]

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... oh, it's one of those flash games?

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I don't care what it is, I'm going to beat it.

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How far have you managed to get?

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Question twenty-three. More by luck than judgement.

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[... sips his red bull.]

How many questions are there supposed to be?

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Who knows! Besides, it isn't as if I'm asking for help. I'm just expressing my extreme dissatisfaction.

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I know, I know.

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[begins clicking furiously again, going through the answers she does know.]

So, what's with you?

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What do you mean by that?

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[gives him a cursory look]

You look like a wet weekend.