Pinkie greeted the class with a tip of her classy old-timey hat. Unlike some, Pinkie had managed to keep some of her duds from the weekend. Or possibly regenerate them in some sort of weird fourth-wall breaking cartoon gag.
"Alright, fellas, get in your seats, see?" she sneered with an outrageous accent. "It's time for class!"
"Oh for the
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He picked up the equipment and started weaving a potholder. Maybe if he got it done quickly he'd get out of here early or something.
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