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09-01-2010, 12:46 AM | #11 |
Cinderella
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"Ugh, dammit Dean shut up."
He banged his head on the desk a few times, that damn accent driving him up the wall again. He swore that thing was made in hell to torture him, but in hindsight the words used might not actually work to shut him up. He had to keep talking, rant or something, just try to keep his voice up so that the creep didn't have a chance to talk, "You're stick broke not because Miss Landry made you, but because you really ain't all that bright. You got this stereotypical Scot(slash)Glasgow type-a thing going on, what with the attitude and your total lack of skill in using the English language. You talk about the class like you already know the material. I mean it is fine to have an opinion on what loose things we are asked." He pointed over to the guy with the large handprint on his face, "Like Andy was fine until he insulted our teacher, but you can't go throwing around the parts to try to hide your fuckin' delinquent ideology(if you'll excuse my language). Sao's got a point when she says this place ain't no arena, cause being dramatic is fine. It is fun and can help you get inspired for learnin' and all that. Havin' an opinion is fine, cause it gives us some perspective on our studies. But we ain't got no damn reason to say this place should come down to a brawl, it ain't hockey after all, it isn't the only interesting thing that could happen here. So shut it, unless you got something to voice on the lesson cause that damn voice of yours is killin me inside." So in one fell swoop Jay had brought Dean's mannerisms, attitude, favorite sport, opinion, and intellect had into question. A good rant he figured, might get him talking again though, but if he was lucky professor Landry might try to kill the escalation by clarifying what she thought . Which would be good because this Plato type of conversing was going nowhere fast.
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