27 - Pranks?

[princeangel]

Alright, who did this? Who broke into my room and left this... this... I don't even know what it is. It looks like a giant pink turd or something. I don't care why it's in my room or how it got there. This isn't funny at all. Honestly, some people here have no class. If you're going to prank someone, at least do it with style. This is just

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[badasscopters]

Y'know what? Sounds to me like some kinda unicorn floated into your room and took a crap. Gotta be.

[s-snerrrrkkk why is this funny for him] Need someone to check it out for you, kid?

[princeangel]

... A unicorn.

[Wow Goose. And Jeff was starting to think that only half the teachers here were irresponsible losers with no maturity whatsoever. Way to prove a point.]

I don't need your help.

[badasscopters]

... C'mon, you had to know I was pullin' your leg, kid. [Goose is going to die laughing if he took it seriously. Then again, a lot of things one might not take seriously can happen in this school, so...]

You sure about that? What if y'don't get help? Might wind up stepping on it and thinking it's gum. Can't have that happen. Just too dangerous.

[princeangel]

Obviously. I was simply astounded by your childish antics to even attempt at such a lame, idiotic excuse of a joke. If it could even be called that.

It's too large to step on. Though if no one claims it soon, I might as well. Or just throw it out. I wonder if the school has an incinerator.

[badasscopters]

Daaaaamn, touchy. What, you found the crap in your crotch or somethin' and it made you that grumpy?

Incinerator? Find Char. He might wind up burnin' you with it, though.

[princeangel]

... No. I simply find your lack of socially acceptable vocabulary and colloquial humor to be beneath me.

Char? [Oh right. That kid. Well, since Jeff's sorta-friends with Green, Char probably doesn't hate him. Which is good enough.] Perhaps I will.

[badasscopters]

Beneath you.

[Hahahahahahaha.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.] What, kid, you think you're some kinda special piece of ass? No, lemme guess. You're some pretty li'l princess.

[Okay, he is enjoying messing with this guy.]

[princeangel]

Special piece of...

Your lack of tact knows no bounds. Clearly the idea of proper etiquette is past someone of your stature. Or lack thereof.

I may not be royalty, but I'm of the upper class. Which entitles me to certain things. Things a bumpkin like you could only ever dream of.

[badasscopters]

u mad

Just sounds to me that you ain't got taste in different etiquette. May not be some fancy-pants, but hell, I might be kinda upper class. Just with more of a Southern charm. And I love my Southern charm.

[Then again, his definition of upper class might be a bit different from Jeff's. i.e. ~*~my fiance has a lot of moolah so I am upper class~*~.]

Bumpkin? Ya just dunno how to appreciate charm. Your only problem, kid.

[princeangel]

"Southern upper class" is a oxymoron--*delete delete*

Oh please. Southern charm? That's simply what rednecks use as an excuse for their course language and horrible fashion. Unless your family has had a long history of owning plantations, I somehow doubt you're a member of the true "upper class."

[badasscopters]

Kid, I was making a hell of a lotta' dough as a pilot in my day, and now I'm living the good life with a guy with top dollar. And when I say top dollar, I'm meanin' it. Guy's loaded.

And Southern charm ain't no excuse. We ain't all that bad, and the fashion's just about right. [Yeah, Goose has no right to speak at all when he has that cape. And that hair. And that... everything.] Takes crappy taste not to see that, so I guess you can't help yourself, eh, kid?

[princeangel]

Simply having money doesn't mean you're "upper class." It's about the attitude, about how you use the money. It's a lifestyle.

Do you own any designer clothes? Did you go to expensive, accomplished schools? Do you attend galas and other formal gatherings on a frequent basis? Do you own the latest, top of the line, just released technological gadgets? Do you own not only a home here, but one wherever you came from as well as a summer home? Or how about a yacht? Do you belong to a country club?

I could go on.

[badasscopters]

None of it.

But I'd be able to do any of that ol' stuff if I wanted to. Oughta count for something. [That is, he... thinks he can. When he imagines Surge's card, he just imagines MOUNTAIN OF GREEN ok.]

[princeangel]

Perhaps you'd be able to buy the more tangible items on that list. But I doubt you'd survive a gala or country club. There are certain social standards you must abide by. They're rather strict about who they let in. Unless you already know the rules of the game, you're not allowed to play.

[badasscopters]

Then that just means I oughta be damn sure about what I've gotta do.

If I can shoot down giant hunks of ice-throwin' robot, I can get into some fancy-pants kinda place like that. [yeah right lol]

[princeangel]

... Fancy-pants?

Oh yes. I'm sure you'd fit right in.