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Mr Multi-Tasking himself, actually managed to burn a batch of French toast this morning at breakfast. Admittedly it was while we were both trying to unstick Meggan from her fork, the plate and the table. I swear, she ate more than I did. No wonder Nate was distracted, between the Bottomless Pit, the pregnant doctor and She Who Paints With Maple Syrup.

And now we're both un-sticky, time to go talk to the Professor.

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That was Mr. Dayspring's fault? I think I got through three pieces before I realized they were basically carbon wafers. Not bad with some syrup, though.

Man, do you even -taste- food when you're eating it like that? Toast's meant to be chewed, not swallowed hole like you're some big giant boa or something.

Hungry, man. Brain needs calories.

You sure you don't have some snake mutatation. Dude, you swallowed half a piece of toast WHOLE.

Like I said, hungry. Dr. Grey's been putting me through the wringer with the physical therapy routine she wrote up. I swear the woman is a closet sadist.

So what does that say about Mr. Summers? Do we even wanna know? :)

I still disbelieve all those rumors. Nope, just can't picture it. Mr. Summers and girls go together like peanut butter and oven cleaner.

Man, I know you've seen what he keeps in the garage. The motorcycle alone probably gets him serious points. Between that and the constant sunglasses . . . well, okay, I can't actually picture him cashing in on the bad-boy thing, but I'm not a girl, either.

Bad boy thing. He's like the world's most dangerous Boy Scout. Loitering around the bad part of town, whittling tent pegs and starting rebellious-yet-safe campfires...

"Remember, kids, only you can prevent forest fires, because the Man's too busy oppressing free-spirited youth."

Dude, no way Mr. Summers could ever be a Boy Scout. He's 1. a adult, and 2. Not fat. and all the grown up Boy Scouts I know are like, total lardasses.

Flattering, Forge. Very flattering.

Well, really. Glasses, engineering degree, the whole "arr, busy 24-7 sleep is for the weak and mortal!" air? Yeah, how about sharing the secret of how you got THAT to work for you?

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You know, this sounds an awful lot like speculation about things that are best not speculated about on where a certain telekinetic can see it.

Poltergeists are such awkward things.

Why would she be sad about closets?

Sadist. One who enjoys the pain of others. Root of 'sadistic'.

Oh. Dur. Like masochist only not. Gotcha.

Dr. Grey really doesn't seem like the whips-and-black-bustier type, though. Even if she does look a little bit like the psycho chick in Goldeneye if you squint and tilt your head.

You mean Xenia Yet-Another-Subtly-Sexual-Pun, I mean Onnatop?

I just can't picture Ms. Grey as the crazy "I kill people while having kinky sex with them" type.

Like I told Kyle. Hungry.

I suppose we all need a little carbon in our diet from time to time.

Still, I'm supposed to make good French toast. Not carbon wafers.

Well, maybe it was French toast from France during the blitzkrieg?

If class wasn't over I'd give you a bonus mark for the historical reference.

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