Driver's Education - 3rd Period - 3/3
"Today we're talking about THE MAN. You know who I'm talking about. The fuzz, pigs, the fine members of the law enforcement establishment. And, on occasion, Tex. And let me tell you, that jail is absolutely no fun at all. Except for the parts where I frightened the troopers and sang theme songs to amuse myself. Those parts were loads of fun. Though I still think I should have somehow given myself a prison tattoo. You know, something classy like a big eagle on my chest. Though I think that might be a reference to America. Or Nazis. Neither of which I am really a fan of. Especially the Nazis because if you can hate anyone, it's the Nazis. The only people I'm sure I could kill and not get any funny looks about. Oh, if only I could be forced to travel through time in order to kill Hitler because they replaced my second heart with a bomb. If only I had a second heart for that matter..." Deadpool zoned out for a moment, thinking about second hearts and kicking people's head off.
"Where was I? Ah yes, coppers. Bobbies. They have several techniques to stop you from fleeing from the law. Shooting out tires, road blocks, using superheroes to punch your car to a stop. Those are all pretty straight forward methods so I will only be showing you a few other ways they work against your right to drive really really fast and endanger the public."
"The PIT maneuver," He said, passing out a sheet of paper. "Dastardly and dangerously done."
"What? I occasionally like alliteration." See Deadpool See Deadpool pout. Pout Deadpool, pout. "This is the PIT maneuver being done in action." Shutting off the lights, he slipped on a short film strip.
"And then there's the Spike Strip, whose name is pretty damn self explanatory I should hope. Dozens of sharp pointies meet tires. It doesn't end well. Trust me on this one."
"Now I want to see if you've learned anything after spending so many weeks with me. Can you kiddies think of ways to avoid these techniques and still outrun the MAN? Or Tex. Whichever."
[[OOC: The OCD is up, have at it]]
"Where was I? Ah yes, coppers. Bobbies. They have several techniques to stop you from fleeing from the law. Shooting out tires, road blocks, using superheroes to punch your car to a stop. Those are all pretty straight forward methods so I will only be showing you a few other ways they work against your right to drive really really fast and endanger the public."
"The PIT maneuver," He said, passing out a sheet of paper. "Dastardly and dangerously done."
"What? I occasionally like alliteration." See Deadpool See Deadpool pout. Pout Deadpool, pout. "This is the PIT maneuver being done in action." Shutting off the lights, he slipped on a short film strip.
"And then there's the Spike Strip, whose name is pretty damn self explanatory I should hope. Dozens of sharp pointies meet tires. It doesn't end well. Trust me on this one."
"Now I want to see if you've learned anything after spending so many weeks with me. Can you kiddies think of ways to avoid these techniques and still outrun the MAN? Or Tex. Whichever."
[[OOC: The OCD is up, have at it]]