"The Superbowl just finished up," Parker said, smiling at Nadia. "Hey, there's some actress in Neptune Adventure who's a dead ringer for you. I saw her in the commercials."
"Some movie coming out in a month or two-- whoever she was, was underwater and desperate. I don't know if you'd like to watch yourself almost drown." She grinned. "How are you doing otherwise?"
"Ohhh, yeah." Parker sighed, then brightened. "Hey. Would you and your 5th Floor Comrades be up for a little bit of assault with a water weapon later this week?"
"No, I'm trying to recruit you to attack your Big Brother, Marty. There's food or money in it for you," Parker wheedled, "if you don't want to do it for the joy of squirt guns."
"Perfect. Recruit a couple other people, and I'll get you guys the SuperSoakers and tell you when and where? And you can set the payment. I'm thinking bags of chocolate and twenty bucks each?"
"Awesome. I'll e-mail you with details, probably tomorrow." Parker rubbed her hands together. "Make me wear sweats to class, will he? Prepare to suffer, Mr. Blank."
Nadia just grinned and shook her head. It was nice to know that there were others willing to prank the heck out of Marty. Especially since she and Walter had never gotten their revenge for the chickens plot, er, hatched, and now they probably never would.
"Mayhem, profit, and sugar. These are a few of my favorite things..." Xander looked around nervously for a second, as if afraid he was about to burst into song. When no music was forthcoming, he added, "Well, voluntary mayhem. The kind with monsters sucks.
"It doth suck muchly, with unpretty teeth, and with a great deal of mess," Parker agreed. "Oh, great. Obviously I've been in Professor Tick's class too long. My brain just went to a metaphor where we were the Dentists of Order, taking out the cavities of carnage. This is not good."
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