First Floor Lobby, Wednesday evening

Mar 01, 2006 21:22

If one were to look at the notebook in The Tick's hands, they might notice some questions marked down and crossed out, as if he were trying to figure out the best thing to ask. Perhaps for some sort of surprise graded event.

If one were to look at the man holding the notebook, they would see him talking to fish.

"Okay, guys. In order to make this easier on all of us, I had my students write up names for you that everyone can pronounce. Because, egads, it's nigh-impossible to pronounce most of your names without gills! So come on, time for roll call."

"Phil, Whoremodder, Abraham, Simpson, Tony, Bernice, Nancy, Kyle, Prosper, Wilbur, and Murray. Got that? ... Yes, Whoremodder? ... No, you do not get to shorten it to 'Whorey.' ... Because there'd be confusion with the radio. ... No, I don't like that Professor Skeeter uses that name for her, but that's between her and Rory. ... No, it's NOT the same thing, because you were attempting to put Rory's life in danger to get to me. Professor Skeeter just apparently has issues stemming from a bad marriage." The Tick may have glanced curiously at Wilbur for a moment. "... I'm not gossipping, it's been all over the radio. ... No, I'm not going to call you 'Whore,' either. I had enough trouble calling one student in the school 'Skank,' and that's her given name. ... Look, Whoremodder, I'm not going to listen to any more of this, I need to get back to work."

The stupid fish weren't shutting up, sadly.

the tick, 1st floor lobby

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