GL: *scowls* You people have been avoiding me.
E: *yawns* That’s because you admitted last time that we’re all guinea pigs for your stupid thesis.
GL: I said no such thing!
E: But you let it slip.
GL: …Not the same thing.
Me: Can we get this thing going? I have stuff to do tonight.
You: Me, too.
C: *whimpers* I’m already confused.
D: I’m starting to buy into the whole cellophane conspiracy thing.
GL: Excellent. Let’s start with that. Tell us more, D.
D: Well, I bought Prison Break: Season One, and it took me almost the whole first episode just to get the plastic off.
C: How did you watch the first episode if the plastic was still on?
D: No, I mean–
Me: And why didn’t you just use a pocket knife?
GL: Hey, no weapons are allowed in this room.
E: Afraid someone will use one on you?
GL: *scowl* You are about one step away from forced graduation, buddy.
You: I am? *glows* I didn’t even know I was making progress!
GL: Not you. Him.
C: Him, huh? Another new member? I still haven’t met It, She, or I. Good grief. Am I missing meetings or something?
GL: NO YOU ARE NOT! *gets ahold of self* Please, people. Let’s stick to the ground rules.
E: We have ground rules? I’d like to see them.
Me: Actually, I would, too.
GL: Well, you can’t. Tough. D?
E: *raises hand* Question: you said something about gradua–
D: Anyway, when I got the plastic off, there was this little plastic thingy stuck to it. At first, I thought it was the anti-theft thing, but I found another one inside the box. So I got to thinking that maybe C is right, and that outer plastic thingy is beaming my frustration level back to the Easy Bake.
C: *is teary-eyed* You actually listened to me?
Me: Why wouldn’t he? Unlike you, I usually make sense.
You: Hey! I’m sitting right here!
Me: Not you. Him.
C: Who’s Him??
GL: *facepalms* You people are all hopeless! At this rate, I will NEVER get my Master’s!!
E: HA! I knew it! You ARE just milking us for your stupid paper!
GL: Group is OVER! FOREVER!
E: Sweet! *runs from the room*
Me: Hey, You. Need a ride?
You: I could use one, what with gas being so–
E: *walks back in, hands in pockets*
GL: HA! I knew you needed this program! Oh, sweet justification! Are you finally ready to admit your addiction and commit to treatment?
E: *blinks* Um, no. My ride won’t be back for another good 45 minutes.
GL: GAH! EVERYBODY OUT!
All: *run for cover*
C: *gasping* Where’s a little plastic beamy thing when you need it? I bet they’d be getting REAMS of data off THAT guy.
