By: Mara
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So, there once was this horrible Cultural Anthropology Teacher with a mole on her eyelid and dumpy clothing who really pissed her students off. And one day, on of those pissed off Students had gone off her rocker.
“Blah blah blah,” Cultural Anthropology Teacher babbled on.
“I’m going to kill her,” breathed Crazy Student.
“Blah blah blah,” Cultural Anthropology Teacher kept on…
Crazy Student tapped her fingers, checked her watch, doodled in her notebook, and so on and so forth… until that last shred of sanity finally did a joyous somersault out of her pretty little head, upon which she promptly jumped out of her seat and screamed violently at the top of her lungs.
Cultural Anthropology Teacher was startled, “Blah blah?”
“The darkest pits of hell are not far enough away for your dead and evil soul,” cried Crazy Student.
“Blah?!”
And with lightning quick catlike reflexes, she sprang up onto her desk with an outstretched arm. Into that outstretched arm dropped a kitana sword from seemingly nowhere – as if the gods had willed it to be. Or maybe she imagined it, being crazy and all. But, all the same, Cultural Anthropology Teacher became very upset.
“Blah! Blah blah BLAH blah!”
“SHUT UP! YOU SPEW FORTH WORDS THE CONSISTANCY OF DOOKIE! NO MORE DOOKIE SHALL BE SPILT UPON THE EARS OF THESE PEOPLE!”
And wouldn’t you know it, Crazy Student lunged at Cultural Anthropology Teacher with her gleaming, glinting kitana and neatly and quickly sliced off Cultural Anthropology Teacher’s head. And ever so elegantly, Crazy Student spun around rapidly to cut the decapitated head in half as it was falling to the floor. The two halves settled with a faint “thud” to the carpet that was the hue of technicolor vomit, and after a moment of slight fear and disbelief, the class cheered for Crazy Student and began to sing out in joyous exaltation.
The End.