A/N: I is blushing, you guys. You're gonna make me do something embarrassing...Ahh, what the hell...w00t! ::does happy dance:: You like me, you really like me!
Seriously, I got a major case of the happies seeing all the consecutive reviews from Grasshopper. ::Deathglomp:: And my friend Wolfie's always-wonderful feedback. And Kelly's own "WOOT"-ing review...And of course, the loves from Sele, Tai, and Soli. ::hands Soli a clone of her Fulton:: Shh...don't tell...'tis illegal in these United States and all...Have fun!
This chapter is another purely-for-fun lunchtime chapter, because I want some plotlessness before we get back to the snogging and breaking the news to the rest of the Ducks. Mostly dialogue.
Oh, and my vacation is nearly over (On the seventh! ::weeps::) so I'm getting in as much writing as I can, but once I go home, it's very likely that I won't be writing as often, seeing as I start vocational school then. ::grabs Soli's bottle:: Gimme that...wish me luck, darlings!
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"Might as Well, Part Nine"
["From the East out to the Western shore/ Where many men and many more will fall/ But no angel flies with me tonight/ Till freedom reigns on all/ And curse the name for which we slaved our days/ Till every man shall his kingdom come./
But sure as night turns day/ Ends the passion play/ Oh my God what have they done?/ WIth madman's rage, well they dug our graves/ But the dead rise again you fools./
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys/ And by mornin' we'll be free./ Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear/ And raise what's left of the flag for me."
--from "What's Left of the Flag" by Flogging Molly]
"If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?" Russ asked Julie. He took a long drink of his root beer as he waited for her to finish chewing her potato chips and answer.
"The fact that a human being or any other animal is observing a natural occurrence doesn't change the facts about it. Since trees falling have been observed to make a noise, it follows logically that a tree falling will always make a noise." Julie replied. Russ looked impressed and then annoyed, because she retorted with, "What's the sound of one hand clapping?"
Russ held up one hand and moved it in a similar motion to the one he would make if he were indeed clapping. "That," he answered with a cheeky grin.
"What are y'all doin', Russ?" Dwayne asked as he sat down next to his friend.
"Jules and I are trading rhetorical questions as practice for speech and debate." Russ answered distractedly. His eyes lit up and he demanded of Julie, "Where are the snows of yesteryear?"
Julie faked a yawn, "Last year's snow melted into water during the spring thaw, and can be found in streams, rivers, or the Great Lakes."
"How long has this been going on?" Adam inquired of Goldberg, who had gotten to the table before anyone else.
"Since they came in the lunchroom," replied the defenseman, but Julie cut in.
"If you're going to ask such a general question, I'll give the broadest answer. Scientists estimate that the universe has been in existence for 13.7 billion years, with a 1% margin of error in that calculation."
Adam rolled his eyes and said, "I'm just going to spend some quality time with this ham-and-cheese deli sandwich, then, and not ask any more questions." True to his word, Banksie took a huge bite out of his sandwich and then had to concentrate on chewing for ten minutes.
"Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?" Julie asked Russ.
"Habit," Russ answered. He let Julie finish her chocolate chip cookie before he asked her, "What do they use to ship Styrofoam?"
"Probably just a cardboard box, because the styrofoam doesn't need any padding itself. And stop giving one-word answers. You're supposed to explain your answer /in detail/."
"Just because you're long-winded," Russ grumbled to his can of root beer. Julie didn't hear. Connie, who had thus far concentrated on her boyfriend and her vegetarian meal, wondered aloud, "Why is there an expiration date on my sour cream container?"
"It must start to grow mold by then," Russ answered.
"Gross..."
Charlie grinned and asked, "What was the best thing before sliced bread?"
"A bread knife, to slice the unsliced loaf of bread with." Julie replied.
Luis whispered to Charlie, "Actually, I was gonna say 'sex.' But that comes after, too."
"You eat sliced bread before sex?" Charlie whispered back.
It was quiet for a while as the Ducks all considered different rhetorical questions. Finally, Averman asked, a huge grin plastered on his face, "If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?"
"No, they'd just be considered to have MPD and suicidal tendencies, and given more medication." Julie answered.
Averman persisted, "When sign makers go on strike, is anything written on their signs?"
Russ replied, "In invisible ink."
"Why does the buttered side of the toast always land on the floor?" Guy mused, contemplating his bagel and debating with himself whether to drop it to see if the statement applied to cream-cheesed bagels as well.
Julie said quickly, "It's heavier than the unbuttered side." Guy decided that he was too hungry to waste food like that.
Dwayne looked excited. "I got one, I got one!"
"Spill it, Cowboy," Russ ordered. Dwayne beamed and asked,
"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" The rest of them sat in silence for a moment, stunned by the sheer idiocy of the question. Dwayne grinned, "That one stumped ya too, huh?"
After a moment, Kenny brightened and recited, "A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood." Dwayne looked slightly disappointed. Ken turned to Julie and asked, "Why isn't phoenic spelled the way it sounds?"
"Because English is a language with many root sources, and it's screwy. I'm tired of questions."
The rest of them agreed and went back to their lunches. Goldberg noticed that the Bash Brothers had been unusually quiet at their end of the table, and turned to look at them. They were sitting next to each other, building a replica of the Eiffel Tower with the silverware.
"I guess you guys are friends again?" He asked, leaning toward them. Fulton and Portman exchanged a look and smiled.
"Uh-huh, Goldie," Portman answered, "Now, go away, we're working here." And, unseen beneath the table, he gave Fulton's hand a gentle squeeze. Fulton smiled and snitched Julie's fork to make up the second tier.
Another day, another lunch hour.
~~Om Zijn Verdergegaan...~~ (Dutch)
Seriously, I got a major case of the happies seeing all the consecutive reviews from Grasshopper. ::Deathglomp:: And my friend Wolfie's always-wonderful feedback. And Kelly's own "WOOT"-ing review...And of course, the loves from Sele, Tai, and Soli. ::hands Soli a clone of her Fulton:: Shh...don't tell...'tis illegal in these United States and all...Have fun!
This chapter is another purely-for-fun lunchtime chapter, because I want some plotlessness before we get back to the snogging and breaking the news to the rest of the Ducks. Mostly dialogue.
Oh, and my vacation is nearly over (On the seventh! ::weeps::) so I'm getting in as much writing as I can, but once I go home, it's very likely that I won't be writing as often, seeing as I start vocational school then. ::grabs Soli's bottle:: Gimme that...wish me luck, darlings!
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"Might as Well, Part Nine"
["From the East out to the Western shore/ Where many men and many more will fall/ But no angel flies with me tonight/ Till freedom reigns on all/ And curse the name for which we slaved our days/ Till every man shall his kingdom come./
But sure as night turns day/ Ends the passion play/ Oh my God what have they done?/ WIth madman's rage, well they dug our graves/ But the dead rise again you fools./
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys/ And by mornin' we'll be free./ Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear/ And raise what's left of the flag for me."
--from "What's Left of the Flag" by Flogging Molly]
"If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?" Russ asked Julie. He took a long drink of his root beer as he waited for her to finish chewing her potato chips and answer.
"The fact that a human being or any other animal is observing a natural occurrence doesn't change the facts about it. Since trees falling have been observed to make a noise, it follows logically that a tree falling will always make a noise." Julie replied. Russ looked impressed and then annoyed, because she retorted with, "What's the sound of one hand clapping?"
Russ held up one hand and moved it in a similar motion to the one he would make if he were indeed clapping. "That," he answered with a cheeky grin.
"What are y'all doin', Russ?" Dwayne asked as he sat down next to his friend.
"Jules and I are trading rhetorical questions as practice for speech and debate." Russ answered distractedly. His eyes lit up and he demanded of Julie, "Where are the snows of yesteryear?"
Julie faked a yawn, "Last year's snow melted into water during the spring thaw, and can be found in streams, rivers, or the Great Lakes."
"How long has this been going on?" Adam inquired of Goldberg, who had gotten to the table before anyone else.
"Since they came in the lunchroom," replied the defenseman, but Julie cut in.
"If you're going to ask such a general question, I'll give the broadest answer. Scientists estimate that the universe has been in existence for 13.7 billion years, with a 1% margin of error in that calculation."
Adam rolled his eyes and said, "I'm just going to spend some quality time with this ham-and-cheese deli sandwich, then, and not ask any more questions." True to his word, Banksie took a huge bite out of his sandwich and then had to concentrate on chewing for ten minutes.
"Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?" Julie asked Russ.
"Habit," Russ answered. He let Julie finish her chocolate chip cookie before he asked her, "What do they use to ship Styrofoam?"
"Probably just a cardboard box, because the styrofoam doesn't need any padding itself. And stop giving one-word answers. You're supposed to explain your answer /in detail/."
"Just because you're long-winded," Russ grumbled to his can of root beer. Julie didn't hear. Connie, who had thus far concentrated on her boyfriend and her vegetarian meal, wondered aloud, "Why is there an expiration date on my sour cream container?"
"It must start to grow mold by then," Russ answered.
"Gross..."
Charlie grinned and asked, "What was the best thing before sliced bread?"
"A bread knife, to slice the unsliced loaf of bread with." Julie replied.
Luis whispered to Charlie, "Actually, I was gonna say 'sex.' But that comes after, too."
"You eat sliced bread before sex?" Charlie whispered back.
It was quiet for a while as the Ducks all considered different rhetorical questions. Finally, Averman asked, a huge grin plastered on his face, "If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?"
"No, they'd just be considered to have MPD and suicidal tendencies, and given more medication." Julie answered.
Averman persisted, "When sign makers go on strike, is anything written on their signs?"
Russ replied, "In invisible ink."
"Why does the buttered side of the toast always land on the floor?" Guy mused, contemplating his bagel and debating with himself whether to drop it to see if the statement applied to cream-cheesed bagels as well.
Julie said quickly, "It's heavier than the unbuttered side." Guy decided that he was too hungry to waste food like that.
Dwayne looked excited. "I got one, I got one!"
"Spill it, Cowboy," Russ ordered. Dwayne beamed and asked,
"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" The rest of them sat in silence for a moment, stunned by the sheer idiocy of the question. Dwayne grinned, "That one stumped ya too, huh?"
After a moment, Kenny brightened and recited, "A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood." Dwayne looked slightly disappointed. Ken turned to Julie and asked, "Why isn't phoenic spelled the way it sounds?"
"Because English is a language with many root sources, and it's screwy. I'm tired of questions."
The rest of them agreed and went back to their lunches. Goldberg noticed that the Bash Brothers had been unusually quiet at their end of the table, and turned to look at them. They were sitting next to each other, building a replica of the Eiffel Tower with the silverware.
"I guess you guys are friends again?" He asked, leaning toward them. Fulton and Portman exchanged a look and smiled.
"Uh-huh, Goldie," Portman answered, "Now, go away, we're working here." And, unseen beneath the table, he gave Fulton's hand a gentle squeeze. Fulton smiled and snitched Julie's fork to make up the second tier.
Another day, another lunch hour.
~~Om Zijn Verdergegaan...~~ (Dutch)
