May 09, 2010 21:49
[The feed opens to show a classroom of smallish alien children probably around 7 or 8 years old. You can also see a pale dark haired man with old fashioned clothes and a monocle. He is giving a lecture on long division and algebra when one of the children raises a hand]
"We're in the third grade, Mr. Teacher" an annoyed exhale from the 'man'
"You'll learn it someday and it might as well be sooner rather than later, my boy" he said.
"I'm a girl" the alien whined. AntiCosmo sighs and slaps his hand to his forehead.
"Terribly sorry. Girl then" he said clearly gritting his teeth, "May I remind you that my name is AntiCosmo not Teacher." Another hand went up.
"When's recess?" another asked.
"Two hours" AntiCosmo said shortly, "anymore questions?"
"How about lunch?"
"three hours" AntiCosmo sighed, "now back onto the lesson" he went over to the board and started writing a bunch of complex equations.
"Mr. AC What do all those squigglys mean?" With a forced smile AntiCosmo crushes the chalk in one hand.
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