Monday, May 08, 2006

"Professor! Why are you packing?!"

"Oh, Scott. Um, well . . okay, here it is. Maggie and I are going on a little vacation."

"What! B-but you can't leave! What about the school? What about the students? What about me?!"

"Oh come on, Scott, you'll be fine. I'll only be gone for a few days. Unless I'm lucky, of course. Heh heh."

"But where are you going?"

"Actually I'm going to be on a little show called the Last Gladiator Standing."

"What? But, um, you don't really, you know
. . stand."

"It's just the title Scott."

"And to be honest Professor, you aren't really a gladiator either. You know, no offense."

"There's not actually going to be any fighting. Besides, I can hold my own in combat. Hand me those bottles."

"But what about the school? Finals are coming up. And Cassandra Nova is hanging around."

"Well Scott, that's why I am leaving the school in your capable hands. You are in charge."

"M-me? But what about, you know, Storm?"

"It's time you learned to stand up to her Scott. Be a man. Be a leader."

As I carefully wrapped the cognac bottles in padding and placed them in my case, I couldn't help but notice the sheer look of stark panic on Scott's face. I thought about altering his mind to give him some confidence, but the boy has to learn some things for himself.


Blogger JawaJuice said...

Man, next thing you know, Scott's gonna be asking Logan to wipe his ass for him.
Oh, and cognac! Now that’s preparing for some gladiating!!

9:55 PM  
Blogger Captain Berk said...

Damn right.

Great leaders do not seek power. It is thrust upon them.

Or something.

4:13 AM  
Blogger Magdalena said...

Hmmmm sounds like we are going to have fun

9:16 AM  
Blogger Wolverine said...

JJ That ain't happenin'!

6:05 PM  

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