"...intolerable and unacceptable," the teacher recited feebly, not
wishing to divert any of the valuable energy he needed to maintain at
least a zombie-like composure while reciting his well rehearsed
spiel. "Certain death
will most likely be insured if this kind of behavior continues. I think
maybe you two have been spending a little too much time with that
arrogant friend of yours..." The Master seemed put off by that statement. "Listen here..." "Shhh!" the teacher said, "speak when spoken too. I'll let you have a word in edge wise when you start behaving like a good little brick in the...er, I mean member of society." "I am the Master."The teacher's eyes glazed over. "You are the Master." "One hall pass, chop chop."Ragan rolled her eyes. "Yes, chop chop." The little man turned and searched his pants pockets. Moments later he produced a pink slip of paper, which he signed against a wall. "Hall pass for Master," he babbled dreamily, handing it over."THE Master!" "I am a blithering idiot, please pardon my manners."The aforementioned Master smirked with mild amusement. "Okay, now run along." The teacher ran toward an exit at the end of the hall. No one ever saw him again. "Don't be too sure of yourself or your overrated powers in this game," Ragan warned the Master. "Trust me."The Master scowled in response, declaring, "What would you have done? I think you'll find I'll be the one getting us out of all of the tighter spots in this game. You just stay here, I'm going to go win this childish contest. Stay alive, at least while we're in this game, of course, or I'll have no chance at this. Oh, and don't bother with thanking me." With that, he struck off on his own. Good riddance, Ragan thought, though the idea of the group becoming more seperated made her a little uneasy. "It's a bomb!" TW's voice rang out from the classroom.Ragan's heart skipped a bit. She had been dreading something like this would happen.
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