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ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS:

bent_bender and I were celebrating being cooler roommates than any one of you.

And as a result, I am inebreat..breadedfillet...inbreaded...DRUNK.

I am drunk. I am drunmke, and I am cooler than you, and pants are no longer allowed because I'm too cool for them. Lalala.

Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters all around!

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Stay away from swimming pools, sir. Trust me.

A wise decseoimen!

*pins a vote for Beeblebrox button on rory*

Yeah! We're cool. *shakes his robobottom* We're cool.

*stumbles around and begins singing*

Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh, uh-huh
Well, Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride
Blah blah blah, something, Bender is great!
Froggy went a-courtin' and Bender is great, uh-huh

I don't think drunk, weird teachers are what Mom and Dad sent me away. Cool.

The word, good sir, is "inebriated," from the Latin "inebriare," from the word "ebrius," meaning "drunk."

I'm unfamiliar with this "drunk" thing, though. Never been it as far as I know!

I know dis one! I...I know dis one!

He had a nick-nack by his side, uh-huh, uh-huh
Well, Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride,
La la la, I have no pants, lala, no pants,
Pants are lame and I am not, pants are lame, uh-huh

*points to Bender*

Dis...Dis guy right here. Dis is a great guy.

Hey there, stuffy bug... *hesitates* blue man... whatever. *puts an arm on The Tick's shoulder, opens the door in his chest, and brings out a 6 pack of beer* I have plenty of supplies if you'd like to experience all that life has to offer.

*turns his head away and giggles evily*

C-C'mon blue dude. Aaaaall the cool teachers do it. Seriously. Would I lie to you?

*smiles winningly, and you hear a 'ping!'*

Supplies? Like, for defeating those who would seek to do wrong? Keen! I can always use more supplies! Thanks, my robot chum!

Well I can't see why a teacher would lie to anyone. They're great role models!

*picks up Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster and sniffs it*

Ye gods, man! It smells like candy! Fifty-year-old, regurgitated candy! My antennae seem to have fallen asleep...

Yeah blue man. Ish just like candy. Ish better dan candy. I should know, I invented it. Just give it sip, and you won't even believe it.

Would I lie?

*grins...'ping'*

Well... Okay...

*sips*
*antennae spring up*
*eyes bulge*
*Tick slowly falls backwards*

I can see The Universe and it's doing a jig. Jiggity jig. Ugh. *blacks out*

*knowing look*

Already been at it, huh, princess?

(OOC: ...Good lord.)

Hey, you don't look too good. And you're not wearing any pants. Is this some sort of game?

*shakes her head*

God, no. I don't need to drink. I don't drink.

Tick manages to lift his head up off the ground, straining to speak. After what seems like several minutes, he manages to find the words he has been looking for.

"Gurgle gurgle splut."

And the Tick falls asleep once more, but this time he's snoring.

*pause*

Anyone have a permanent marker?

Probably a good thing. If you were drunk, you couldn't help me write on the passed-out teacher's face.

*holds out marker*

*looks down at the marker and then bursts into laughter*

Oh, no. You start first. That way if we get caught it can be more your fault than mine.

Ahem. As a Profesmore...Profeesion...Teacher, I can't allow you to humiliate my colleague.

...

Bwuaha! Oh man oh man, I almost didn't pull that off.

*hands over marker*

Isht it a game? A GAME?

No pants ish life! Life!

You're the establishment? That RULES.

*takes marker*

*points to Zaphod*

Are you suuuure? The teacher's condoning it...

*eyes widen a bit* You're kinda strange. But funny. I think I like you *grins* What's that you're drinking? It smells kinda like what Shanks always drinks.

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