Android's Dungeon, Friday Night
Tim's midterms had gone well. Then he'd had to deal with a bunch of drunk Boggarts and Imps.
Things had gone just fine, though he was a bit bruised, and smelled of ale, mead, and he didn't want to try to identify what else. He sighed as he tossed his duffle bag and sword on the counter. His life was not like other people's. And of course, it had all started...
"I learned to count to ten in French
I learned to cut a frog in two
I learned that showing how you feel
can be a deadly thing to do
and the things I learned in high school
I carry with me still
the lessons taught
the stuff I thought
the junk I heard
the crap I bought
the things I learned in high school
the parts I learned to play
have made me what I am today."
He ducked into the bath room and washed his face, drying it on his shirt.
"I learned the history of the world
I learned that something equals pi
I learned that giving up is fine
as long as no one saw you try
and the things I learned in high school
have been there ever since
the feelings taught
the habits caught
the hopes I held
and the fears I fought
the things I learned in high school
have stuck along the way
and made me what I am..."
He unzipped his duffle and a swarm of Pixies flew out. Hungover pixies. Irritable hungover pixies. He continued to sing as he dealt with them.
"Thanks a lot
thanks a lot
for all the lessons I learned
I picked it up
took it in
got it down on the spot
thanks a lot
thanks a lot
to all the parties concerned
for the great well-rounded
public education I got"
He threw the door open allowing the defeated Fae to fly back home, as the music reached it's climax.
"I learned a lot o’ things
a person might be better not to know
a lot o’ junk I should have
gotten rid of long ago
I learned a lot of facts
that are no longer even so
but the things I learned in high school
are with me all the same
in how I think
and how I speak
and where I'm strong
and where I'm weak
the playing cute
the acting tough
the nagging doubts
and enough’s enough"
He picked up the bag and his sword to head back to the apartment.
"the things I learned in high school
cannot be wished away
they made me what I am today!"
[Open! But the pixies are gone.]
Things had gone just fine, though he was a bit bruised, and smelled of ale, mead, and he didn't want to try to identify what else. He sighed as he tossed his duffle bag and sword on the counter. His life was not like other people's. And of course, it had all started...
"I learned to count to ten in French
I learned to cut a frog in two
I learned that showing how you feel
can be a deadly thing to do
and the things I learned in high school
I carry with me still
the lessons taught
the stuff I thought
the junk I heard
the crap I bought
the things I learned in high school
the parts I learned to play
have made me what I am today."
He ducked into the bath room and washed his face, drying it on his shirt.
"I learned the history of the world
I learned that something equals pi
I learned that giving up is fine
as long as no one saw you try
and the things I learned in high school
have been there ever since
the feelings taught
the habits caught
the hopes I held
and the fears I fought
the things I learned in high school
have stuck along the way
and made me what I am..."
He unzipped his duffle and a swarm of Pixies flew out. Hungover pixies. Irritable hungover pixies. He continued to sing as he dealt with them.
"Thanks a lot
thanks a lot
for all the lessons I learned
I picked it up
took it in
got it down on the spot
thanks a lot
thanks a lot
to all the parties concerned
for the great well-rounded
public education I got"
He threw the door open allowing the defeated Fae to fly back home, as the music reached it's climax.
"I learned a lot o’ things
a person might be better not to know
a lot o’ junk I should have
gotten rid of long ago
I learned a lot of facts
that are no longer even so
but the things I learned in high school
are with me all the same
in how I think
and how I speak
and where I'm strong
and where I'm weak
the playing cute
the acting tough
the nagging doubts
and enough’s enough"
He picked up the bag and his sword to head back to the apartment.
"the things I learned in high school
cannot be wished away
they made me what I am today!"
[Open! But the pixies are gone.]