Title: The Poster Boys of Studying

Premise: Assorted Franchises. The Didact, Turbo, Charles Muntz, Flint Lockwood, Charles Darwin, and Malcolm X meet up and discuss... random things that are on my mind. Crack, but nothing over the top.

Date Posted: 02/03/13

Personal Comments: It's been a long day of studying. I've been working on psychology mostly. I've got a lot left to do, including read about 70 more pages of The Autobiography of Malcolm X, then I gotta study for a Biology exam on Tuesday. I'm just taking a break.

The last couple of days, thinking about these characters and figures somehow motivates me to work harder with my studies.

I've actually read that this is probably not the best way to take a break, keeping my mind on something that absorbs my attention. I would love to go for a swim right now. That always clears my head, and I could use a little exercise. Maybe even I should go for a walk outside. Maybe I should be doing that.

Still haven't seen the latest episode of MLP. My ears are probably going to be damaged soon. I've been listening to my ipod so much lately with my headphones. My phone's dead right now in fact. Got quite a few messages to reply to. Don't feel like doing it now though.

Have you seen that they've started charging you to watch certain things on YouTube? Mostly movies and TV shows? That's a bit annoying. I understand why YouTube and the company owners would do it (to make some profit), but it's still annoying. Who knows? I bet next we'll have to pay a monthly subscription fee to use YouTube!

Listened to "Finale" from The Kingdom soundtrack while writing, and then "When You're Evil" by Voltaire, which I think is a good song for Discord for some reason. I just love the latter song all together. Voltaire's awesome.

In a room at a circular table, The Didact, Turbo, Charles Muntz, Flint Lockwood, Charles Darwin, and Malcolm X sat around in seats. They were just sitting quietly twiddling their thumbs, not saying anything. Flint was whistling.

Finally, Muntz broke the silence. "So, gentlemen, any of you have any idea why we're here?"

"I don't know," Turbo shrugged. "Andrew just dropped us all here and told us to talk. What a pot-head!"

Twilight Sparkle and Thunder Strike then entered the room together.

The Didact turned to them. "Both of you must leave. Twilight, you are the exact opposite of a poster boy to Andrew! Thinking about you, comparing himself to you, makes him want to study less!"

"What about me?" Thunder Strike asked.

"You're neutral," Turbo replied. "He wants to think of you in such a way, but it doesn't work."

"Begone, ponies," The Didact waved his hand, and the two ponies went flying out of the room.

"So it's been confirmed that Twilight's going to be made an Alicorn, huh?" Muntz asked.

"Quite a form of evolution if I do say so," Darwin stated.

"If you want to talk evolution, you should see what my wife can do," The Didact chuckled.

"I don't get why so many fans are angered by Twilight becoming an Alicorn," Turbo remarked. "I mean I've heard about eighty percent of the fandom is pissed. Why?"

"I don't know," Flint shrugged. "What I don't get is what Season 4 will be about with Twilight doing that."

"Yeah, it's a bit of a mystery," Muntz nodded.

"Hey isn't Twilight becoming a Princess what happens in The Adventures of Thunder Strike and Ink Blot?" Flint asked.

"Yes, it is," Turbo replied. "That's what annoys Andrew about it. Now when he finally gets to that point in the story, it won't feel as satisfying to him since it already happened. He took pride in predicting the future. He would have liked for him to get there before it happened in the show. Now it won't seem as creative or original."

"But surely other fans have already foreseen such an event," Malcolm answered. "And surely some of them have written fanfictions about it."

"Yes, most likely," The Didact nodded. "It's just a sense of pride Andrew held."

"It's been a long time since Andrew's written anything really constructive, hasn't it?" Muntz asked. "I mean it's mostly just been drabbles here."

"He's trying to focus more on his studies and pick up his lost grades from last semester," Darwin replied. "Which is why he should be studying my notes instead of writing this crap!"

"Yeah, he's well on his way," Turbo chuckled sarcastically. 'He's going to get REALLY far by doing this!"

"What the boy SHOULD be doing is reading about me and how my book talks about names and fathers!" Malcolm announced, "And about how I stood up to the white devil!"

"He's got some ideas going for you for his essay," Turbo replied. "Cut the kid some slack.

"Hey Charles," Flint asked.

"Yes?" Muntz and Darwin replied in unison.

"Oh, sorry, just Darwin."

"Oh." Muntz sat back down.

"What is it, Flint?" Darwin asked politely.

Flint rose is finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out, finally, he closed his mouth. "Oh, I just forgot what I was going to say!"

"I hate it when that happens!" Turbo grumbled.

After another moment of silence. Flint spoke up again. "So, um... any of you guys see the Super Bowl?"

"No," Muntz replied. "But I hear the Ravens won!"

"Well I belive the people at Maryland are pretty happy then!" The Didact said.

"Wonder if there were any fun commercials or anything," Flint smiled.

"ROFLCOPTER TIME! SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI!"

Everyone jumped at the sudden odd sound.

"Oh, sorry," Turbo said. "That's my phone." He pulled out his iphone and spoke into it.

"Tur-hello?" He said into it.

"That's one weird ring-tone," Flint whispered to The Didact.

"I gotta go. I'll call you later," Turbo said as he hung up.

Another awkward pause.

"Is there really any point to this?" Malcolm asked, suddenly angry. "What the Hell are we suppose to do here? What are we here to talk about?"

"Well Andrew got distracted from writing our script because he was thinking about GLaDos, Auto, and The Fabrication Machine. Those kinds of villains, ya know?"

"Well, long as we're not doing anything else," Muntz spoke up, "why don't I call in my chef, Epsilon. He can make us some Cherry's Jubilee?"

Flint gulped at the suggestion.

"Can Andrew think of anything else he wants us to say?" The Didact asked.

"I don't think so," Turbo shrugged. "He should probably get back to work anyway."

"I think I need a drink," Malcolm muttered.