Office Hours; Office #10. Monday [ 08/30 ].
Farnsworth shuffled into his office that morning, had a strawberry Pop-Tart with no frosting, and then settled behind his desk for a day of doing absolutely nothing. "Now, let's see," he said to no one but his desk, "what's on the agenda for my class this semester."
He hummed as he reached for a folder with his roster, expecting it to be empty, of course. He found, naturally, just the opposite.
"What?" he cried. "I have a class again? Didn't those students learn anything last time? What's wrong with these juveniles?"
Fading into mumbling, Farnsworth reached for a pencil and went down the list, crossing out the names there and replacing them with his own version:
"Pansy, Dorkface, Philistine, Mutant, Moron, Communist, Spazoid-dweeby."
There. Now he felt better.
[[ door and post are open! ]]
He hummed as he reached for a folder with his roster, expecting it to be empty, of course. He found, naturally, just the opposite.
"What?" he cried. "I have a class again? Didn't those students learn anything last time? What's wrong with these juveniles?"
Fading into mumbling, Farnsworth reached for a pencil and went down the list, crossing out the names there and replacing them with his own version:
"Pansy, Dorkface, Philistine, Mutant, Moron, Communist, Spazoid-dweeby."
There. Now he felt better.
[[ door and post are open! ]]