Art of the Heist, Friday, 3rd Period
Oz's class was back in the apartment sim this week, but it looked a touch more retro than usual, with a blackboard in place of the whiteboard, and some jazz tunes playing on the radio.
"What up, cats?" Oz was not actually black and white, he was just rolling with it. "Now I'm sure you all know the dealio. Next week is when it's all going down, and you've got to be hip, got to be with it, be there or be square, and all that jazz."
"You kittens get my drift, yeah? You gotta know the score to make the score. Else the fuzz'll be onto you, and the man'll get you down. So today'll you'll go over the plan, make sure your heads are on straight for the big number, you want things to be curtains up, not lights out."
"What up, cats?" Oz was not actually black and white, he was just rolling with it. "Now I'm sure you all know the dealio. Next week is when it's all going down, and you've got to be hip, got to be with it, be there or be square, and all that jazz."
"You kittens get my drift, yeah? You gotta know the score to make the score. Else the fuzz'll be onto you, and the man'll get you down. So today'll you'll go over the plan, make sure your heads are on straight for the big number, you want things to be curtains up, not lights out."