Swordplay, Thursday
When the students filed into the classroom today, they might notice that the usual guy in the red pyjamas was not actually there. There was, however, a dingo. And a Zack, standing near said dingo, scratching his head and looking very perplexed indeed.
"Arthur, I think this is Deadpool," he noted, and then he shrugged and pulled a ham sandwich out of his pocket. Look, if your pockets were as deep as Zack's, you'd carry a ham sandwich or ninety-nine around with you near lunchtime, too. "I mean, he's kinda got that look to him, you know?"
That crazed dingo look.
"Because what we needed were more animal transformations," Arthur muttered. Not that he was grumpy. "All right. We have a duty to fulfill. Zack, round up everyone--"
"--Arthur! Look! I can make him sing for the ham!"
The resulting howl was possibly the most horrible noise that the world had ever known.
Arthur reached over and soundly smacked Zack over the back of his head. That one was deserved. "While your lack of attention is bad enough at the reserves," he hissed, "Try and stay serious while we are in a teaching position."
Zack kinda grimaced, and then threw the sandwich entire at the dingo. The Deadpool. The Deadpool-dingo. Which was kinda the coolest thing ever and oh, maybe if he'd kept the sandwich, he could have made him do tricks!
"Right! So, class assignment, or something. Uh." Zack looked sideways at Arthur, smiling sheepishly. "We're in the Danger Shop. I say we program in some wild animals and let you guys fend them off. With swords, naturally."
Arthur rubbed his forehead. "Naturally," he said, dry as the desert. "In an orderly fashion. Try to achieve some kind of--" He made a vague, sweeping gesture with his arm, "Verisimilitude." He paused, and considered the class. "You have my guarantee this exercise will aide you. You can never plan enough for sudden attacks by," giant, man-eating, "beasts."
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"Arthur, I think this is Deadpool," he noted, and then he shrugged and pulled a ham sandwich out of his pocket. Look, if your pockets were as deep as Zack's, you'd carry a ham sandwich or ninety-nine around with you near lunchtime, too. "I mean, he's kinda got that look to him, you know?"
That crazed dingo look.
"Because what we needed were more animal transformations," Arthur muttered. Not that he was grumpy. "All right. We have a duty to fulfill. Zack, round up everyone--"
"--Arthur! Look! I can make him sing for the ham!"
The resulting howl was possibly the most horrible noise that the world had ever known.
Arthur reached over and soundly smacked Zack over the back of his head. That one was deserved. "While your lack of attention is bad enough at the reserves," he hissed, "Try and stay serious while we are in a teaching position."
Zack kinda grimaced, and then threw the sandwich entire at the dingo. The Deadpool. The Deadpool-dingo. Which was kinda the coolest thing ever and oh, maybe if he'd kept the sandwich, he could have made him do tricks!
"Right! So, class assignment, or something. Uh." Zack looked sideways at Arthur, smiling sheepishly. "We're in the Danger Shop. I say we program in some wild animals and let you guys fend them off. With swords, naturally."
Arthur rubbed his forehead. "Naturally," he said, dry as the desert. "In an orderly fashion. Try to achieve some kind of--" He made a vague, sweeping gesture with his arm, "Verisimilitude." He paused, and considered the class. "You have my guarantee this exercise will aide you. You can never plan enough for sudden attacks by," giant, man-eating, "beasts."
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