Emma runs into Chris in the hall.

"Hey Chris" Emma says nervously.

Chris replies, "Yo, yo, yo, whazzup, mah gurlie gurl? Mah biot-"

Emma keeps walking past as he talks.

"-ch…?" He think to himself, "What the fuck?"

Ashley is talking to Ellie in front of Degrassi, talking about their day 'n' chit.

"Ellie…I was wondering if I should buy this" Ashley says as she points to an oddly shaped thingy in a magazine catalog.

"YOU WANT TO BUY A DILDO?" Ellie gasps.

"No…here"

"You want the pen with the clicker that makes his clothes go away and come back? Cus if you do I got it" Ellie pulls it out and starts clicking the pen and stares at it.

"No…"

"Oh…the…season of South Park…and in the one episode…where the Mormon baby does…the Russian dance?" Ellie says as she clicks the pen over and over again with a little droplet of drool dripping out of her mouth.

"No… the male and/or female prostitute/s for $30.54 per hour."

"O…K…? Um…sure…just one thing…can I see?"

"You know I was just kidding about that." Ashley turns to put the catalog away in her backpack and she hears a *boom*. "Ellie? What was that?" Ashley looks back and sees a smoldering pile of ash. "Ellie? ELLIE? STOP FUCKING WITH ME!!!"

"Why in the hellish world of hell-ness are you yelling?" Ellie yells back.

Ashley looks behind her and sees an embarrassed Ellie picking up a metallic trash can. She also sees that the ash tray on top was emptied out, on the ground. Also, that the sparks from the trash can landing on the ground let the ash on fire.

Ashley says, "I hate you."

The months at Degrassi progress as does Marco and Dylan's relationship. They now perform some PDA's as does April and Bryan. (inside thing) Some don't mind, but many still protest somewhat.

"Marco…about us…psst psst psst." Dylan whispers a plot to Marco.

"OK" Marco replies.

They both jump onto a table in the center of the Caf. They both somehow get the whole Caf's attention. They kiss, tongue and all, and EVERYBODY is totally grossed out. Multiple "Eww" and "Oh dear Lord" are heard. Principal Raddich standing in the doorway taps his foot agitatedly.

The boys sit in the principal's office, waiting to get scolded.

"Now, boys, I know they should be more accepting of you two, but a public display interrupting everybody's lunch is not the way to go…I'm sorry, but I must punish you…"

"With a spanking?" Dylan

"Yes" Principal Raddich says "…I mean NO! With a two week suspension!"