"GOODBYE, CHILDREN!" Excel cried, waving in the most loving and maternal sort of way (after having forced them out of the base via violence). "HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL! STAY AS LONG AS YOU WANT!" She slammed the door and locked the deadbolt.
"Excel," said Il Palazzo. "I must speak to you momentarily."
"YESSIR! What do you want, Lord Il Palazzo Sweetie? More coffee?" She was refilling his mug before she even finished speaking.
Il Palazzo frowned down at the dark liquid. "If this is an attempt to equalize our relative speeds, I believe tranquilizing you might be more effective."
"HERE'S YOUR SUGAR!" she chirped, dropping sugar into the drink.
Il Palazzo sighed and sipped his coffee. "I must confer with you in regards to the children."
Excel tried not to wince. She knew this day would come eventually. "Wh-what about the children, sir?"
"Rebrief me on their names and ranks," he said.
Excel let out a sigh of relief. "No problem, sir! There's 7-Eleven, that's the boy, and he's the senior member of Double Tree unit! He enjoys long walks on the beach, doujinshi, and the ideals of ACROSS! Sinclair is the girl! She wears a hat! END OF REPORT!"
Il Palazzo nodded. "And the one who speaks of numbers and statistics?"
Excel flushed, her gaze suddenly focused on a distant spot on the wall.
Il Palazzo rubbed at his temple. "You cannot tell me you have forgotten the names of the children. You remember. The black-haired girl with the notebook."
"UM! NO SIR! I MEAN, YES SIR! THAT'S DOLLAR TREE, SIR!"
"And the miniature commando who boxes around and yells about terrorism?"
Excel's blush turned purple, but this time she was prepared. "Jiffy Lube!" she replied instantaneously.
Il Palazzo raised an eyebrow at her strange response. Excel broke into an exceedingly uncomfortable sweat.
"Oh. I see," said Il Palazzo, and returned to his coffee.
"Excel," said Il Palazzo. "I must speak to you momentarily."
"YESSIR! What do you want, Lord Il Palazzo Sweetie? More coffee?" She was refilling his mug before she even finished speaking.
Il Palazzo frowned down at the dark liquid. "If this is an attempt to equalize our relative speeds, I believe tranquilizing you might be more effective."
"HERE'S YOUR SUGAR!" she chirped, dropping sugar into the drink.
Il Palazzo sighed and sipped his coffee. "I must confer with you in regards to the children."
Excel tried not to wince. She knew this day would come eventually. "Wh-what about the children, sir?"
"Rebrief me on their names and ranks," he said.
Excel let out a sigh of relief. "No problem, sir! There's 7-Eleven, that's the boy, and he's the senior member of Double Tree unit! He enjoys long walks on the beach, doujinshi, and the ideals of ACROSS! Sinclair is the girl! She wears a hat! END OF REPORT!"
Il Palazzo nodded. "And the one who speaks of numbers and statistics?"
Excel flushed, her gaze suddenly focused on a distant spot on the wall.
Il Palazzo rubbed at his temple. "You cannot tell me you have forgotten the names of the children. You remember. The black-haired girl with the notebook."
"UM! NO SIR! I MEAN, YES SIR! THAT'S DOLLAR TREE, SIR!"
"And the miniature commando who boxes around and yells about terrorism?"
Excel's blush turned purple, but this time she was prepared. "Jiffy Lube!" she replied instantaneously.
Il Palazzo raised an eyebrow at her strange response. Excel broke into an exceedingly uncomfortable sweat.
"Oh. I see," said Il Palazzo, and returned to his coffee.
THE END.
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