Odd Girl Out Page #2

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He was the god of night,

lord of the smoking mirror.

A shape shifter -

a powerful SOB.

Mr Deanne, do you think I might

have your attention?

Or does Mr. Horson have something

particularly interesting to say?

I'm betting on unlikely.

OK, time is short,

people. I want you to...

pair off and take in

the rest yourselves.

Remember:
research,

analyze and...

...describe!

Very nice.

Mr Horson, you go with Glixen.

Mr Deanne, you go with Miss Bedworth.

Let's get your learn on.

So, checked out any

porno sites lately?

I cannot believe I'm

stuck with you. Let's...

hope I don't breathe

in any retard germs.

Let's hope I don't get any

pencil neck virgin disease.

Get stuffed.

I hate you!

It's because you secretly

want to have sex with me!

When I do decide to surrender

the flower of my womanhood -

I've always imagined it to be with

someone of my own species!

There's is nobody else in your

species, except maybe Glixen.

You're such a moron.

You really think...

the world evolves around

rap music, football

and hanging out with the right crowd?

You know, you make me sick, you think

you are so different to everyone else.

Different from.

You said 'Different to'. The correct

phraseology is 'Different from'.

Thanks for that information.

You're no different...

from any other geek with

books instead of friends -

and you don't have to open

your big fat mouth to correct me.

- Neanderthal!

- Spaz.

I should pity you but I can't.

I hate you too much.

I rather cross my legs for

the rest of the night...

for everybody than to

be anything like you!

- Dito!

- 'Dito'?

Double dito!

Double double dito times a

thousand trillions!

'... and forever more shall find

her destiny to live alone no more. '

Good night, Mr. Fluffy.

Oh God, my head...

I must be dreaming. Time to wake up.

What was that?

Tits!

I have tits. Two tits!

This is the regular number of tits

but for a guy? What's going on here?

Oh my god, it's gone!

This looks bad. If it's

gone and I have tits -

that means this must be a dream.

A very very bad 'Now I have tits' dream.

What is this?

This isn't my room!

We need to talk!

Talk? She want's to talk?

Let's talk about why I'm

going through a drawer...

full of underwear with the

days of the week on them.!

Oh God!

OK, now my pubes knows it Wednesday!

It's tough enough getting

these damn things off!

How the hell does anyone

get these things on?

Ladies, looks like you and

me is going au naturelle.

Go away!

Alright, coast is clear.

Get off.

Good morning!

- Nell, is everything OK?

- I didn't see you there!

- Your oatmeal is on the table.

- I'm in a hurry, gotta go.

Nonsense, now you sit down, it's

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