TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.

[yukimi_mama]

I'm giving up on making any decisions for this wedding. When I'm getting grief because I can't tell the different between sage green and chartreuse, I know it's time to throw the towel in. I have other things to worry about right now. Like why some of my kids are sitting in corners looking like crazed insomniacs. Do we need to have another talk

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[signswgoldstars]

Sir, I'm worried about Link...

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[yukimi_mama]

Yeah? What do you want me to do?

[puckinyourmom]

They're not on drugs. I promise.

[yukimi_mama]

I wish I could trust you, Puckerman. But after the last stunt you kids pulled, my trust in you has gone way, way down.

[puckinyourmom]

If they were, I wouldn't have said anything at all.

[yukimi_mama]

Yes you would have because I'm your favorite teacher.

[genki_ni_yuuki]

I did not give you grief about it. You should see your students though.

[yukimi_mama]

Guys can only see in a minimal spectrum of color.

Do I have to?

[genki_ni_yuuki]

I'll keep it in mind, okay?

Yes, you do.

[yukimi_mama]

Even better, can we just stick within grayscale?

But it's haaaard.

[broomscankill]

It's not too late to back out.

[yukimi_mama]

No, Dean. It is too late.

[broomscankill]

I tried to stop you.

[yukimi_mama]

Are we talking about recently? Or ten years ago?