Oxford, England, Bodleian Library, Tuesday evening
"You are all... stupid," Parker told her study group. "No, I do mean it. I wouldn't usually say it, because I know it doesn't get good results, but I have had it with your totally lame ideas for our semester project, I am working twenty hours a week in London, my ulcer can not take one more mistake from you twits that costs us points, and I do not have time to waste on your idiotic, pathetic, self-referential, stupid ideas about the economics of Hong Kong as compared to Peking. We are going to do what I want, or I swear to God, I will hunt you down in the middle of the night, each and every one of you, dangle you out a fifth story window until all the blood rushes to your ears and your eyes explode and you beg me for mercy you will not get, because I am right and you are wrong." She took a breath. "Next person who objects gets a shoe heel through their tongue."
Crickets chirped.
"Good. Now. On to the management plan...."
Whether Parker is effected by the Fandom Honesty Day is a matter of some debate, really.
Crickets chirped.
"Good. Now. On to the management plan...."
Whether Parker is effected by the Fandom Honesty Day is a matter of some debate, really.