Some time later (lost talks in between, I think…) at school, first period, 9th grade

A: Whoa, I feel very disabled…

J: And why is that?

A: I left my pencil at home and someone stole my cow bag full of pens and stuff, so I'm using someone else's pencil…

J: …How does that disable you?

A: It has no eraser! *cry cry* I can't draw…

J: *sweatdrop*

A: That's why I'm writing instead.

J: Ah. So that's why I can't just keep doing my mission?

A: Yup. I can't do NOTHING; too boring.

J: So you're amusing yourself at my expense…

A: Yeah, pretty much. But don't you need a break anyway?

J: A break is nice but… one, I'm in uniform, which means I'm ON DUTY… and two, you talking to me to keep yourself from being bored does not qualify as a break.

A: Hey! Remember, it could've been worse…

J: Eh?

A: Well, you know what happened when I did this to the Digimon people. (Added note: I don't know where I put those… ^^;; )

J: I do?

A: Oh, that's right, you weren't there.

J: No, I wasn't…

A: Wait a second, do you even know what a Digimon is?

J: Not a clue.

A: I see, well… oh well. Doesn't matter.

J: Yeah, uh… *looks at watch* well, it's getting late; I really should get back to work…

A: You really don't like this, do you?

J: Well I WAS kinda on the track of an injured Pokémon… you interrupted my train of thought.

A: Well sorry! What did you expect me to do instead?

J: I dunno, find an eraser or something!

A: Don't you think I've tried that?

J: Just a suggestion…

A: Oh, you lucked out; the bell rang.

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