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[singmeundead]

[An oddity has occurred in Vorpal's classroom -- the drone children have been allowed back in. She's grit her teeth in a grin, passed out the day's assignment, and left it at that, ignoring any questions tossed in her direction.]

[Filtered: Baird Household][For those of you in the house, you will notice a new glass tank put in the living room with

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[mayfield_mods]

Why, how can I help ya, Vorpal?

[singmeundead]

[Dammit. It's the guy.]

Yes. Is Jane Smith home? Ah need t'talk to her 'bout the lil' kiddies.

[mayfield_mods]

Jane's not in right now, but I'd be more than happy to take care of any problems you may have.

[singmeundead]

Aw, she ain't? Well that's a shame. Ah'd really like to talk t'her; no one knows kids better'n the mom.

[mayfield_mods]

Welllllll, I'm sure I can handle the little scamps. What seems to be the problem?

[singmeundead]

Nah. Ah'd like to talk to Jane, please.

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[mayfield_mods]

Well, I'm afraid that isn't-

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[mayfield_mods]

Oh, please, John, do let me handle this, you have to go enjoy Jane's wonderful cooking, now don't you?

What is it exactly y'need from dear auld Mrs. Smith, Vorpal?

[singmeundead]

[Oh shi- She clears her voice, switching over to her best teacher's one.]

Why, Ah'd like her help in settin' up the talent show is all.

[mayfield_mods]

Really? Because just a wee moment ago it sounded like you needed to talk about Billy and Lucy.

[singmeundead]

Yea. Also s'what Ah said, ain't it? Jus' wanted t'make sure that they were hard at practice...

[mayfield_mods]

I'm sure, I'm sure! And I can assure ye, they are. If there's nothing else...?

[singmeundead]

Uhh... Nope. Nothin' else.

[mayfield_mods]

Didn't think so.

[click]

[singmeundead]

...

[oh hai. your phone is ringing again.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Nobody picks up.

Instead, the phone in Vorpal's hand suddenly gives her a small electric shock.]