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I don't think I can.

Oh, boo. Really?

No. Not really.

Well, yeah. Uh, it's just, um...

I kind of have plans

I can't change, so...

Do you?

Yes. I do,

have plans.

Maybe, uh, you can study

with Arthur instead?

[ Speaking foreign language ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Laughs ]

Oh, you're serious?

That's okay. I'll just...

I'll just fail it.

No, Angela, don't worry.

Rob will reassess his schedule

and get back to you a. S.A.F'ing. P.

Thanks. By the way, rob, that coat

makes you look so professorial.

[ Chuckles ]

She wants to f*** you.

Her nickname is "after

school special" for a reason.

Freshman year, she cured

Mike Dolan's stutter.

Her p*ssy inspired

"the king's speech. "

I just can't just bail

on gabs, you know?

I mean, we watch the spelling

bee every year. It's our thing.

You've been borderline stalking

Angela as long as we've been friends.

We've been friends

since we were 5.

You took time to grow on me.

I didn't consider you

a friend until 61.

Look, Angela has

sex with grown men.

She hasn't slept with a high-school

student since elementary school.

She's making an

exception for you.

This is too much pressure

for me today.

Okay, well, let me ask you this.

Has she ever invited you

over to her house before?

No, and stop, okay? Please.

Because I am panicking, and

I cannot sh*t these gym shorts.

Ew.

Did he really just say that?

The poem tells of a talking

raven's mysterious visit to a

distraught lover, tracing's he

man's slow fall into madness.

I'll start reading and then we'll

go around the room counterclockwise.

As I recite the poem, look

for the repetition of the word

"nevermore. "

"Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious

volume of forgotten lore"...

You know, I looked at last

year's yearbook, and her tits

were not that big.

There has definitely been

a cosmetic enhancement.

At least two of them.

Definitely.

When I die, I want to come back

as her top button, you know?

Yeah.

Or a guy who's f***ing her.

That'd be cool.

That would be cool.

Dude, come on.

I have something to add.

[ Knock on door ]

I need rob crabbe to

the main office.

Rob.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Is that supposed to be

the Georgetown mascot?

'Cause you know it's a bulldog.

I can't draw bulldogs.

..."the silken sad uncertain

rustling of each purple curtain

filled me with fantastic terrors

never felt before. "

Didn't Stanley go to

the lost and found?

They only had Capri pants.

Mm-hmm.

Are you my escort?

At your service.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, I have bad news for you.

Pongsaklek wonjongkam, who is

a boy, by the way, misspelled

"endoradiosonde" in the second

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