Skipper: Flipping burgers. No problem. (flips some patties. Suddenly the grill bursts into flames. Skipper: We got a burning grill! Retreat, retreat! (Dives to the floor)
Manager Maurice comes in and sees patties as hard as rocks. Maurice: Look what you’ve done. You have fifty orders to make in two minutos and you give me rocks.
Skipper: My fault? That demon grill tried to fry me into chicken nuggets.
Maurice: Look at what you heaved on my restaurant.
Skipper: I heaved? You’re the heaver, and this is a tin can, not any restaurant.
Maurice: Get those patties going or you’re fired.
Skipper: Forget it. I quit!
(Two minutos later Skipper is extremely fired. mais on that later)
Kowalski: All right, class. We are going to learn about astro physics and basic geometry calculations.
Class stares back blankly.
Kowalski: All right, students. Now first we will go over some basic algebraic equations which are used to calculate constellation patterns and the structures of three-dimensional figures. Now I will pass out these textbooks. (passes out textbooks)
Mort(whiny tone): But this is a college textbook.
Kowalski: oh do buck up. Now listen to this lesson, kids. Um…dudes.
(15 minutos pass)
Kowalski: In conclusion, multiplying two binomials gives you the exact trajectory of the estrela patterns and you can predict where they will be a mês from now. It gives you the latitude and longitude, and if you divide the variable por the end quotient… (notices that half the class has their heads down on their desk) Kowalski: Pop quiz. What did I just get through telling you?
Mort: Was it about corn?
Kowalski: What? Corn?
Mort(in a whiny tone): This is too hard! I want to take a nap!
Kowalski: But it was just algebraic equations applied to-
Class: WAAAAAH!!!!
Kowalski: Then you all fail. Seriously. You are all SLEEPING for cabbage sake.
Mort: They aren’t sleeping. They are suffering from brain overload.
Kowalski: Mort, to the board. Complete that long division I set up or I will fail you. Don’t make me beijoca, smack some sense into your furry heads.
Suddenly two cops come in, blocking the doors. They are officers Marlene and Marty.
Marty: Penguin, you are under arrest for assaulting a lemur, sir.
Kowalski: But, but. (bolts and jumps out the window.)
Construction overseer Alex: All right, penguin. Get yourself a drill and get going on getting that parking meter in the ground.
Rico: Buttons.
Alex: Just tell me what drill you want and where you want to be stationed.
Rico: nuh uh.
Alex: I need to know, penguin. Spill your guts out and let me play with the contents.
Rico: Bleh! (coughs up a machine drill)
Alex: Great. I need the information though.
Rico: nuh uh. Buttons.
Alex: Can’t you say anything but buttons?
Rico(more assertively): nuh uh.
Alex: Fill me in on three words or less?
Rico: Grrrr….
Alex: Ok. Give me four but make it quick, penguin.
Rico, infuriated, coughs up that flamethrower again.
(two minutos later. We will catch up on that later, but let’s just say Rico is severly fired.)
Packaging strawberries. Easy, right?
Private: Wow. We will get that new base in no time! (stands in front of the large bin of strawberries and starts packing thirty per container. After awhile the room gets darker and Private can no longer see the strawberries.
Private: What happened to the lights? Can someone turn them back on? (reaches down for another morango and tries vainly to stick it in the carton, missing and squishing it on the floor. Tries again and they roll off the table, falling only to splat on a hard, unforgiving ground.)
Manager comes in and studies Private’s work with disgust. Manager: What have you done? There are splatted strawberries everywhere! AHHHHH!!!! (looks at the failure pinguim and makes a run for it)
Private: I know the drill. I am fired. I will escort myself to the door. (blindly leaves)
Private: No longer I couldn’t take up that chain rise in Talito.
