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[pedaltothemetal]

Who: Falcon and Max
What: Falcon and Max go to space and punch a lot of guys.
When: Weekend of Friday, April 29th.
Where: SPACE
Warnings: Falcon and Max go to space and punch a lot of guys.

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[tank_rockarms]

Max stared at the paper. "Uh-huh. Yeah."

Those were sounds that usually mean "I understand." In Max's case they had more the meaning of "So you are saying things to me."

Max had no idea how he was going to pass this class. At all. Why did he have to have a science to graduate.

"Sixty-degrees. Three-point-four. Uh-huh."

Yup. That's right.

[pedaltothemetal]

In having Max take his class for like three years in a row, Falcon was more than accustomed to how their study sessions usually went. Trying and trying but to no avail. They were both so valiant.

The arc at the end of Falcon's pencil formed a parabola as the imaginary projectile hit the ground. "Let's say we want to find the maximum height it reaches. How do you...go...about that."

He braced himself for the inevitable failure of Max knowing how to go about it by stealing a furtive glance at his cellular telephone slash future amazing space technology gadget. That looked like a phone.

[tank_rockarms]

"Well you. . . take how far it went and. . . divide by two?" suggested Max, his brain wracked with panic because he did not have the sheet in front of him that said what equation to use when.

[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon passed him the list of equations that everyone was allowed to have on the final (you know, as opposed to memorizing piles of dumb things). Sadly, the equations were not marked, so unless Max had done some review, there would be no way to tell which equation to use for what.

But maybe having them in front of him would jog his memory.

He was about to gently correct Max and attempt to guide him in the right direction when the news feed on his cellular telephone super future amazing space technology gadget caught his attention again. The thing about tips is that they often came out of nowhere, and if you really wanted to be the one to close in on a bounty, you had to act as soon as you had the necessary information.

So Falcon, of course, suddenly stood. "I gotta run, actually. Something just came up."

[tank_rockarms]

Max stared at the sheet then stared at Falcon. "What, where are you goin' you can't go, those chickens and you weren't here and I made an appointment and how am I gonna pass if you leave?"

How is Max going to pass if you leave, Farukon-chan? How?