BELOW: Hatching plots for world domination. A world of greenish tin foil, maybe, but a world nonetheless.
ABOVE: Callie: But Mrs. Caldwell, I am a gargoyle.
Mrs. C: No Callie, you're drunk. I know all about the Newcastle Brown Ale you've been stowing away under your mattress. You called me earlier, remember?
Mrs. Byrne: Should I be taking notes on this?? Hang on a minute- let me get my paper!
Sarah: Yeah...she's a gargoyle all right...
(make whatever you want out of that! ha!)
ABOVE: Man, I would hate to be the camera man in this shot. It's obvious I'm about to give it to them Reno-style. "You lookin' at me? You- you lookin' at me? Come on- I could take ya! Yeah- piece o' cake! I could take you with both arms tied and blind-folded, ya freakin' ree ree! Yeah- hold me back! Hold me back!" This is my, "Yeah, well we don't need you either, France!" look. ha! Nicholson never found out about the exploding soda/Pixi Stix coincidence! Come on! ha! She's in for it next year! AD doesn't stand for Academic Decathlon anymore- it stands for Attention Deficit! Ha! Mrs. C, can you feel her pain? Over there safe behind your PC screen- or so you think! "Magic..." Muhahahaha! MUHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry...next!
ABOVE: Mrs. Rotscheck looking a real bad-ass in this shot..."Yeah- I was the Matrix," she says.
"Really? As an extra?"
"No-the female stunt double."
(Sort of like- "Oh, are those clothes for your little brother?"
"No...they're for my monkey," right?)
Continue...
Back the truck up... (why does everyone still laugh when I say that?)
Screw you guys, I'm goin' home!
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