"Excuse me, but I shouldn't even be here. I'm exempt," Quinn said.
"You won't be graded." Daria had to give the quack props. That was quick.
"Oh, okay then. Well it's a picture of two people, talking."
"Yes but what are they saying?"
Daria listened as Quinn told a short story that made Daria want to both strangle and pity her sister. Then, the "councilor" turned to her.
"Very good, Quinn. Now, you Dora!"
"My name is Daria." The old bat probably didn't hear the irritation in Daria's voice.
"Oh, sorry, Daria. Now, Dara, what is in the picture?" Daria's eyes narrowed.
"A herd of beautiful, wild ponies running free across the plains."
"What? There are no ponies."
"The last time I took this test, they told me it was clouds. They said it could be whatever I want." Daria wondered if the idiot thought she was being sincere.
"That's a different test. In this one, they are people, and you tell a story about what they are talking about."
"Oh, well then. This is a picture of a chemist and a physicist laughing about how psychology isn't a real science, and boy, how they're glad they didn't waste their time studying such a useless and in-exact discipline. Considering I don't see a degree on your wall, I must assume that you share their opinion."
