AUTHOUR'S NOTE: Okay, we're half way there. … You expected a long story? Oh, no. You guys are NOT making me relive Office Space.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Starfox. I own Office Space.

Fox sat down at the lunch table, across from Katt and Falco. He buried his head in his arms, and sighed.

"So," Falco began. "Katt tells me you had quite the boner with Ms. Fara."

"You ass, I never said that," Katt cursed, ramming her elbow into Falco's side.

He just laughed. "So, what? She's hot. If this was an all-guys school, she'd better watch that nice butt of hers." Falco then moved his head around, to scout her out.

"Falco, shut up!" Fox yelled. "For the love of all things… uh… why do you need to be so pertinent?"

"You mean promiscuous, Fox?" Katt asked, chuckling.

"You aren't very bright when good-looking women are around, are you?" Falco asked.

"You aren't at all. You're in math money management. I'm in algebra advanced!" Fox said, proudly.

Falco pulled Katt closer to him. "I've got a girlfriend, not a teacher crush, though."

Fox slapped his forehead. "Go to hell," he said, quietly.

Fox just rubbed his head, in irritation.

Falco stared at his best friend, then said, "Here use this." Falco pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket and tossed it to Fox.

"What's this?" Fox asked, looking at the crystallized material, shaking the bag.

"It's a knock out drug. I was going to use it on Katt, after school."

"What?" Katt screamed.

"It was just a joke. I was just joking."

"Yeah, me, too." She kissed him on the cheek.

Fox stared in disbelief. Wasn't she just angry at him…? Fox thought.

"Put it in her drink." Falco said, flatly.

"How?"

"What do you mean 'how'? Knock her out, and have your way with her." Falco said, leaning back to recline in his chair.

"No," Fox sighed. "When would I ever get a chance to get to use it on her?"

"After school tutoring, duh!" Falco expressed the last word loudly.

Fox then felt like it was now an obligation to knock out his teacher and rape her. He became nervous. "Katt?"

She put down the bottle of water she was drinking and said. "Don't do it, Fox."

"Yeah, if you want to get laid, just join in with me and Katt."

"No!" they both yelled in unison.

"Haha! Just kidding. …Not really. I want a Katt sandwich," he said the last part, quietly.

"What was that last thing you JUST said?" Katt screamed, angrily, making others look at the group of three.

"I said, I want a spat jazz-winch," Falco said, coolly.

Katt stared at him for a second, then just hummed and turned back to Fox.

Fox shook his head, in severe, SEVERE disbelief.

"Look, Fox, you don't have to do it, if you don't want to."

"I say go for it, Fox."

"Thanks, my best friends in the whole world," Fox said through, gritted teeth. He got up from the table, and left.

Falco watched him walk off. "What's eating him?"

"I don't know," Katt said, taking a bite into her sandwich.

"Hey, would look at my paper, and tell me if I need to correct some of it," he said pulling a report of some kind.

Katt took it and looked over it. Her eyes bulged out of her head. "Falco were you even awake when you wrote this? There's typos all over it!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look here." She pointed to third paragraph. "It says, 'and of of the grand of the grand council of…'"

"Oh, that, well, Katt, I was in my 'of' period. I was feeling 'of'-ey. I needed an 'of' tampon," Falco laughed.

"Oh, shut up…"

There you go, a funny chapter, I.R. style.

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