Table 58 Page #2

I have no use for these.

Okay, well, I will not have waste

at my school, Lunch Lady Sneed,

so find a use.

Everything serves a porpoise.

Makes some lame joke,

and suddenly, my day is ruined.

Heard that!

Hey, all of you have study

hall this period, too?

Occupied.

Greetings, Table 3.14.

I have procured this area so

that we mathletes may study

as a single hive mind.

Uncool. What was that about?

It's nothing. Just a

bit of mental horseplay

before the big competition.

How about the truth? What happened?

If you must know, the nerds are unhappy

with my performance at the

last academic decathlon.

Oh, you lost.

Olive Dimitri never loses!

I brought the team to victory.

I solved the final equation on my own.

I was called "The Argyle Einstein. "

Cool... I think.

Not so much. It seems that jealousy,

unlike a compounding integer,

has no limits.

Which is why you're at Table 58.

They rejected me like a baboon heart.

So who needs them?

Just form your own mathlete team.

And perhaps, you can form

your own football team.

Point taken.

No. I must prevail

and get back into the metaphorical fold.

Without academic decathlons, I...

Well, simply put, I...

I'd have no porpoise.

Like me and football.

Royals aside, I belong on that field.

It's just who I am.

I've got to make the team.

Coach Peterson, glad I found you.

I'm trying out for the team.

Told you, Thumbs. We got our team.

Coach Peterson!

Go long.

I'll go long.

The Laser never misses.

Now, normally, when people throw

garbage at me, in public, I divorce them.

But I've got to admit...

I did see a tight spiral in there,

so I'm going to give you a chance.

I'll see you on the field.

Wait. Aren't you staying for the pep rally?

I hate rallies. I hate pep.

Hey!

Sweatpants!

Don't mess with the king.

Ick. No offense.

You can't say something offensive

and make it better by adding "no offense. "

That's something a rude idiot would do.

No offense.

Hey, guys, over here.

Anyone not in a seat

in the next four seconds

gets detention!

One! Four!

These laces.

I tried. Braised them for an hour.

They taste like foam, turned my pots green,

Principal Friday says, "find its porpoise. "

Namaste!

I've got to get myself some velcro.

Moo!

I said, "moo"! Thank you.

I hereby declare this pep rally over.

You are now assembled unlawfully.

Oh!

I don't know about you, but...

My school spirits have been lifted.

What happened?

Our shoes. They've been compromised.

Eight more to go. Good job!

Forget football. This is your porpoise.

Let's just untie our shoes before...

Whoa! Loitering after the bell rang.

De-ten-tion! After school.

- What?

- No!

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