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How Not To Be An Ass...; Wide Open
Topic Started: Dec 2 2007, 07:07 PM (536 Views)
Mikayla Covington
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Okay, so, next to flirting, being assertive, standing up for herself, “snagging” Professor Iscariot, and keeping Nathan Helsing in line, there was one more thing Mikayla could add to the grand list of things she absolutely could not do. Dancing.

Oh, dear. Of all the capable Professors in the whole endless entirety of Hogwarts, hell even the librarian and nurses, why on God’s green earth did the Headmaster suggest that Mikayla Covington be the one to initiate the lessons for the upcoming and much anticipated Yule Ball? Of all the other capable women, girly women who actually enjoyed wearing dresses and skirts and putting on tons of make-up to please boys and men who didn’t notice their efforts and couldn’t care less, why her? Surely Professor Rain was better suited, or Landreg, or even the green-haired Yew Kennway whose son would surely be in attendance were all better choices than she. Indeed, she imagined this was a joke of some kind, they were probably all enjoying a ripe old laugh behind her back. Well, screw that.

And it wasn’t really that she couldn’t dance, she could. She’d attended so many KISS and Pink Floyd and Journey and Led Zeplin concerts, albeit as a youngster in most cases and usually dancing consisted of screaming at the top of her lungs and swaying with the motion of the crowd, but still... how hard could it be? Ballroom dancing, the kind expected at such formals, were the epitome of boring to her. Two stepping was really all it was. She could do that much surely, and teaching someone else how to do it had to be even easier, right?

Really, this wasn’t solely about dancing, it was about proper formal etiquette. The students in Hogwarts were impressionable and given the way the world worked, the Headmaster was afraid they’d all get out on the dance floor and create a dry-humping orgy. Mik could at least advise the girls to choose dresses that came past their knees and allowed them to breathe, while the boys should be instructed not to allow their hands to dip below their partner’s waist and to definitely leave out any hip action. In fact, dancing was better done far, far, far apart.

Mik, of course, was also expected to attend the shindig, in the guise of watching over the students, though she was secretly excited at the prospect of, dare I say it.... dressing up. Yes, for a change she wanted to exchange her rock t’s for an actual dress or gown, her sneakers for heels, or if she was feeling really girly, stilettos. Mostly she just wanted the opportunity for the rest of the school to see that she really was a female underneath it all and not just another one of the guys or students. She was a woman.

A very nervous woman, apparently, as she stood at the center of the large room to b used for these lessons. It was similar to a ballet studio. Complete with a wall of mirrors to the left and a piano in the corner. Rows of seats stood on the opposite side of the room, leaving plenty of space in the middle. As for Mik, she was adorned in a pair of black slacks and a long-sleeved black turtleneck, which was her idea of dance wear, along with a pair of shiny kid shoes. The source of her nervousness stemmed from the fact that she was alone. Apparently no one needed the lessons in etiquette. This thought thoroughly dampened her spirits until someone finally showed up.

“About time.” she sighed. “I mean, welcome!”
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Alex was walking around the school aimlessly once more. His thoughts on the upcoming Yule Ball. Sure, he never attended, and would much rather spend the day drinking in the room of requirement, but for some reason he couldn't stop thinking about it. He actually wanted to do something for it this year. And when he said do something...he meant something big! Not just being another jerk in a formal robe trying to get the girl whose corset was tightest in the room.

He ran a hand through his mangy mutt hair and looked around the building. What could he possibly do. He didn't want to do anything to hardcore. Maybe something worth a weeks detention would do it. He was a prefect now that, which meant that Professor Iscariot would turn something worth a weeks worth of detention into a months worth. That thought wasn't a pleasant one. And as he continued moving straight ward, he saw two large doors, one open, and he simply walked in.

“About time...I mean, welcome!”

Alex jumped back a little, letting out a small yelp. The lady had scared the living hell out of him. The room he was in was quite large, and as he looked around, quite marvelous. The only things in it that he could see were himself and the professor that had just scared him. This, now that he thought of it, was kind of embarrassing. However, realizing that he was simply standing there acting like a awe-struck deer, he gathered his wits and looked back to the professor. What was her name!

"Oh! Hello Professor...I...I...uhh...didn't know you'd be here already."

He didn't even know where here was. Nor what she was there for. She seemed to have been expecting some one, anyone, and he didn't want to open up the fact that he was simply walking around the halls. As he looked at her, he tilted his head slightly. She was quite pretty for a teacher. But he shook those thoughts off. He didn't like thinking of teachers as people, at least, not the female ones. Because he always felt bad when he ignored girls, but during class all he did was ignore the teachers and sleep mostly. So it made him feel better thinking of them as, well, not human.

He was wearing his everyday school robes. His prefect badge on his chest and his hair as untidy as ever. At least this time he looked like he had actually gotten sleep however. The dark bags usually underneath his eyes were less visible then usual. He turned his attention to her...not sure what to say. Was he supposed to be doing something? As long as this wasn't some kind of extra-curricular thing. He had always hated those. He continued to watch, and realized that this was the new professor. He always had a weak spot for the new ones, trying to cut them some slack however he could...though not becoming the model student, he was slightly better behaved.

"So...is anyone else coming?"

He asked, trying to get rid of the awkward silence that continued to make him nervous.
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"Sorry, I'm late!" Professor Eucharistia walked in, his voice muffled by a hair tie. He slipped the free hand that wasn't holding up his long blonde hair through the rubber band and tied it around the base of his head to tie his hair up. He was wearing a rather sly grin, suggesting that he had just gotten out of doing...well, one of his favorite activities. He never realized just how long his special sessions with Balthazar took until he was late for something. That was until the watch his father gave him went off and he scrammbled out of his room cursing, because he realized that he had made a promise to meet Miss Covington to teach students etiquette.

He didn't really understand why he had to wear formal robes. Which, for Nostradamus, was a white suit. Afterall, he was never one to wear black to begin with. And if he did, it would be in minute amounts--or if he knew that he was going to have to work with the first years. Now he understood why Severus Snape wore black. Because getting potion stains out of light colors was about the most frustraiting thing in the world.

Stepping in behind Alex Kellson, his student, he smiled. "Mister Kellson! I'm suprised to see you here!" he said and grabbed his wrist and drug him over to Professor Covington, "I didn't imagine this was your type of thing at all!" He let go immediately as soon as he dragged his student, and stopped a few feet before Mikayla.

Nostradamus was giddy--he usually was after certain encounters. "And Professor Covington, you look...." he said lightly, gently lifting up her hand with his own. Eucharistia was the...eccentric gentleman. He hadn't changed much since he had been a student at Hogwarts; he gently pressed his lips to her hand, and was proper. He lifted his blue eyes to look up at her, "Beautiful."

It was a shame he didn't have eyes for Mikayla Covington, as beautiful as she was. His tastes were rather...well, how to say it. Weird?
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Oh dear, she mentally slapped herself on the forehead for her overenthusiastic greeting which seemed to have unnerved the one student who’d entered. Judging by the horrorstruck expression on his face she judged that he hadn’t been expecting to see her standing there, let alone the room itself, which led to the conclusion that he had no clue what it was all there for. Great, she sighed, feeling immensely foolish for even showing up herself. Deciding to chalk it up to a lesson learned, she stood her ground, waiting to see if he would flee or stay. In the end she guessed his curiosity won him over and he greeted her.

“Hello, Alex. Sorry if I scared you, but I’ve been waiting for quite some time for someone to show up.” She explained. She knew he’d temporarily forgotten he name, but she knew his and the house he belonged to. How could she not? He was a Gryffindor prefect and the main reason Gryffindor lost any House points. It was ironic, to say the least. She caught him staring at her, which actually made her blush. She made a mental note to award Gryffindor points later on.

“Oh, well…” she began, conscious of the silence until he spoke up. Coincidentally, at that moment in strode the Potions professor. Mik beamed brightly, beyond relieved to see another authority figure, but even her smile couldn’t compare to the euphoric expression on his face. She laughed softly to herself, wondering if somewhere the Hufflepuff head wasn’t beaming just as brightly. She maintained her smile as the professor, clad in an elegant white suit, addressed Alex and unceremoniously drug him over to stand before her. She was surprisingly comfortably being in such close proximity to both males, though it probably had to do with the fact that Alex was a student and Nostradamus was, well… uninterested.

However, she blushed a very bright shade of crimson as he took her hand and kissed it, complimenting her on her beauty. “Oh, thanks.” She stammered taking her hand back. “You look very handsome yourself. I love the suit.” She smiled. “And I think Mr. Kellson has no idea what’s going on, do you?” she questioned with a grin.

“Well, it seems that Professor Eucharistia and I have been selected to instruct the student body on the ways of etiquette. Namely for the upcoming Yule Ball.” She explained. “Dancing, proper attire, table manners… I believe we’re going to cover it all. Somehow. Though, it’ll be a very brief lesson if we’re all that’s coming.” She said. “In any case, Mr. Kellson, I believe you’re dressed for the wrong occasion, no worries.” She smiled, and pointed her wand at him before he could protest. “Ah, there, that’s better.”

As to whether he actually appreciated the black and white tuxedo, well, that wasn’t her concern, was it? In the meantime, she stared a his untidy hair…
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"Sorry, I'm late!"

Alex turned ahead when he heard the familiar voice. Just as he thought, he saw the cat-like figure of Professor Eucharistia strutting into the room. As the professor tied his long blonde hair into a pony-tail Alex examined his set up, for it was very, well, formal. The white suit he was wearing seemed to be hugging his figure comfortably. He watched him step in behind him and beamed brightly at the young student.

"Mister Kellson! I'm surprised to see you here! I didn't imagine this was your type of thing at all!"

Alex gulped and then let off a feeble smile. The professor was surprised to see him there? He hadn't imagined that this was his kind of, thing? That certainly wasn't good. What if he had stumbled on to some kind of pink fluffy creatures united meeting? Though he could hardly see Professor Eucharistia holding on to a bunch of frilly pink crups, he wouldn't put it pass the graceful man.

"Yeah well, you know."

He said in response in false tone of knowing himself with a small shrug. Before he could say more however he could feel himself being drug towards Professor Covington. He was used to it by now; however, usually he would tense up slightly, in an attempt to put a little fight against being drug around. However, with Professor Eucharistia he didn't mind as much. Then he looked up to Professor Covington, who was slightly blushing, which made his own cheeks start to warm a little bit.

Then he saw the way Nostradamus bowed and took her hand. He complimented on her beauty and then gave the hand a small kiss. Did these two have something going on? A large grin was slapped onto his face at the thought of the very attractive Mikayala Covington and the ever so graceful Nostradamus Eucharistia having some kind of relationship going on. He looked back up at Professor Covington, trying to give her a look which said, 'please forgive me for not doing the same' However, he knew how impossible it was to say something so long just through a look.

“And I think Mr. Kellson has no idea what’s going on, do you?”

His face slightly dropped a little. He had heard his name and immediately he was back to realizing that the two professors were very well aware of his presence and he was standing barely a foot away from the both of them. She was wearing a grin, and she knew that he had no idea what was going on. Would they simply throw him out? Did he want to be thrown out? It was a strange question with no answer.

"Well, Yeah of cou-.....No...Not a clue...."

He had started off confidently, but then cracked and simply spat out the truth slowly. Just when he was about to ask what it was they were doing in that room, however, she answered his unasked question.

“Well, it seems that Professor Eucharistia and I have been selected to instruct the student body on the ways of etiquette. Namely for the upcoming Yule Ball. Dancing, proper attire, table manners… I believe we’re going to cover it all. Somehow. Though, it’ll be a very brief lesson if we’re all that’s coming. In any case, Mr. Kellson, I believe you’re dressed for the wrong occasion, no worries.”

He watched her pull up her wand and point it at him. Before he had any chance of saying anything, she had placed whatever spell was meant to be placed. He looked down at himself, and had the face of a baby who had just spilled their food onto their clothing. As though he were about to cry. Sure, Alex didn't really mind dressing nicely, but he only liked to do such on special occasions. And learning how to dance wasn't exactly what he called special. Still the suit was nice.

They were there to learn dancing. So the school board didn't want some grand display of sex with clothes on. Good, for he wasn't too fond of the idea either. However, he soon remembered that he already knew all this stuff. The waltz, The Swing, The Jig, The Tango, Salsa. He was an expert at classical dance. He never really voiced his talent for what he hoped were obvious reasons. It had started when he first lost a bet to Krickett, in which he was forced to take dancing lessons every summer since his first year. He was even forced into ballet, however, Krickett showed up to his second meeting of that, and after laughing so much, he agreed that it was too cruel for Alex to continue on. He caught Professor Covington staring at his hair, and frowned slightly.

"Don't bother, it never lays flat, no matter how many spells you put on it."
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OK. I can't forget. I have to show up on time. This is the one thing I can't be late too. Those were the thoughts that had echoed when he had heard about the 'class' that would stop the Yule Ball from becoming a massive orgy. It was headed by Professor Covington and by Professor Eucharistia, and Leslie supposed if he was going (alone or no) he should at least learn how to do whatever people did at those things. Or at least what to do if caught staring out in space, not paying attention to your table partners. Surely they would teach that if Leslie was coming... But that was not Leslie's worries the moment. Instead, he was running towards the place he was supposed to be on time for. It was one of those times he rued the day he loved to sleep. So much for proving that I can pay attention and do something right. Rolling his eyes, Leslie hoped he wasn't to late and there was still room in the room.

Ya, fat chance of that.

Getting up in a hurry didn't do much for what he was wearing. He quickly decided coming in a rumpled shirt and jeans didn't do much for him. Opening his (very) navy closet, he quickly choose what he would deem passable in the hurry he was in. Pulling on a long white dress shirt (which is at least a size to big on him--hand me downs), he pulled on the darkest pair of pants he could find. Finally, he pulled on his socks--yellow on one foot, white on the other--and stuffed his feet into his shoes. No, really. His shoes. His dirty-been-through-everything-over-the-last-two- years shoes. His hair was still bedheadish, but as he ran and shook his head to get rid of it, he could feel it coming back down into it's orignal position.

Stopping at the door, Leslie paused to catch his breathe, and at least look like he hadn't run what felt like a marathon. He ignored his shoes, which looked completely strange next to his clothes (pink and green were the color of his shoes, the only exception he ever gave to his "look like a business man" rule). Opening the door, he stopped in his tracks to see exactly three people. In a rare moment of humor (most of the time he wasn't exactly all there to laugh) Leslie grinned and said "Glad to see the parties started." He walked over toward the threesome (not in that kind of that context--pervs), making it a foursome. "Professor I came." Stating the obvious. That was always a good place to start. "So really. Where is everyone?" This could also be the way Leslie brought the conversation off of himself and his not matching shoes. Noticing the wand up, he grinned again. Apparently he was full of jokes today. "I thought we were learning to dance of our own free will." he said, laughing lightly.
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"Mister Kellson, I don't even think there's a potion that can tame your hair," Nostradamus laughed politely. He didn't mean to say it with any sort of malice. He got off up from his bowing position on the floor and smiled at Professor Covington. "Besides, I think it gives him character! If all of the students looked the same, it would be rather hard to tell them apart, wouldn't it?" He knew that a good deal of his students valued their individuality. As long as they weren't distractors in his class, he didn't mind too much what they wore in class, granted, they provided enough coverage just in case a potion happened to explode--which happened alot.

His hands carefully adjusted his suit. Although he was beaming from the activities he had just completed, he still felt somewhat awkward in a dress suit. After all, the last time he had been in nice clothing had perhaps been during the Valentines Day party when he had been in his seventh year. When he had been told he was supposed to teach students etiquette, and that he was supposed to dress up, he had rushed out to find a suit that, well, fit him well. Alot of the styles from when he had been a student hadn't changed that much, to his relief. Though he did think he might have been interested in buying a bright green dress suit...even if it would make him stand out like a thumb that had been pounded with a hammer.

His light blue eyes glanced to watch Leslie walk in. "Mister Oulage," he smiled with a nod. Carefully glancing over the boys outfit, somehow, he thought to himself that it didn't suprise him. He stole a glance at Professor Covington. He decided it wasn't really up to him to decide the fate of their outfits--though he would step in if the students protested a little bit. Just because they were being proper didn't mean they had to be exactly alike.

"You're right Mister Oulage. It just seems like it is us four," he smiled, though there was a pained expression behind his glasses that was barely visible. "I did ask my students to come...." he said with a sigh, tilting his head. Though the way he had worded it in class made it seem more like an option than a mandatory thing. Which was probably why no one came.

"Should we get started?" he said, and clapped his hand together, his face once more beaming gently.
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“Oh, well, I guess that puts you in the same class as Harry Potter, now doesn’t it, Alex?” Mik said with a harmless smile. Of course the infamous Harry Potter was more renown for having dispatched of the former Dark Lord, but Mik had attended school with him and was of the opinion that his unruly hair was a far more noteworthy opponent. And, she realized, that Alex Kellson did remind her more than a little of the former Gryffindor golden child, though Alex was certainly not... golden. But then again wasn’t it the mark of the Gryffindor house that all their men tended to be a little on the wild side? Lions, indeed, Mik thought amusingly.

“Why, he–” Mik stopped short of greeting the newcomer when she looked up and saw her own, Leslie Oulage standing there in a large dress shirt and dark trousers, which were the highlight of his attire compared to the rest of him. Her stare lingered on his... pink and green shoes. She caught just the hint of mismatched socks peeking through. Oh my. “Oh, well... hello, Leslie. Lovely to have you.” she continued on, her smile steadily brightening as he came further into the room. For all his peculiarities, Leslie had a tendency to brighten up a room when he entered, and Mik loved him all the more for it and wouldn’t have traded him for any other student in the entire school, no matter what the other professors thought of him.

“Oh, well, I guess our attire really doesn’t matter today, but if either of you show up for the ball in jeans and mismatched shoes I will show you the meaning of an unlucky charm....” she said with a smile. Everybody knew she was he most harmless of all the professors, except when it came to Charms. “And I am rather stuffy myself...” she said, taping herself lightly on the head. Gone were the black ensemble and in their place a pair of loose-fitting powder blue jeans and a matching t-shirt. She still had on her black shiny dancing shoes though.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, I’m sure more students will show up shortly.” Mik said, smiling at the Potions professor. She couldn’t call what they had a friendship, but she was hoping it soon would become one. “And yes, we should get started. Shall we begin with proper posture?” she said. “If you’ll just... one...ok.” she said, stepping up to Eucharistia she held her right arm up and her left one down, both curved to rest behind his shoulder and waist if only he would step back into her. “Well, this is proper posture for the female, and if you would just put your hands around my waist, Professor.”

“Now boys, as tempting as it might be, it is extremely rude to ever let your hands drop past her waist or to wander around her front...” she said, looking at the two boys, particularly Alex. “Furthermore, though you don’t have to stand feet apart, you should always try to keep a respectable distance. Maybe an inch or so... or whatever it takes so that there’s no friction.”

She was amused in spite of herself, knowing that when the time came they’d have to peel the boys off the girls, and vice versa. Oh, well, she was quite enjoying herself even if it was pointless.
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“Oh, well, I guess our attire really doesn’t matter today, but if either of you show up for the ball in jeans and mismatched shoes I will show you the meaning of an unlucky charm....” Leslie thought it was amazing someone could smile so nicely and still give a threat that made him want to run and hide under a large rock. Looking down at his shoes, Leslie was happy his family, particularly his father and grandfather, may his soul rest in peace, had drilled into him how clownish it was to show up to any formal function with something so colorful and odd. It was why he had dress shoes in his dorm. Leslie was also thankful to Edmund, who told him to buy the bloody shoes he had on now when they caught his interest before. Even if Edmund seemed really uptight (Leslie had been trying to get that stick out of his ass for a while) he could be totally cool sometimes. This had been one of those times. "R-right. No mismatched shoes." Rule Number One. Leslie wondered how many he was going to go through.

Rule Number Two. Proper Posture. Faintly, in the back of Leslie's mind, he remembered some lesson very simliar to this. It must have been just a little after Edmund had told him to calm down and to stop being so chaotic all the time. It was that teacher... the one with the tea cups and the hankerchief. He could still feel the burn marks on his neck. Gods how he hated those lessons. 'Sit up straight!' 'Put your elbow on the table one more time boy and I will make sure you won't have elbows everytime we have lessons!' What a monster she had been. He couldn't believe his parents still tried to get him to go to lessons with her. The last one had been particuarly horrible. She had actually brought her niece with her! As if Leslie was supposed to find that attractive. He would sooner marry a three year old. And having to touch her waist...? Leslie supposed the reason the lesson was so distant was because he had pushed the thought to the back reaches of his mind. Leslie smelled like soap for days after the incident. Inwardly, he shuddered. Thankfully, the girl was no where near here. Squib, as it was. Lucky for him.

Still, Leslie listened in on what the Professor had to say. If he was right, he probably kept a few horrible unmentionables hidden, and this lesson might have been included. He found it horribly amusing seeing his Professor's trying to teach them, using themselves as examples. He supposed it was better then having to be the example. But still. Professor Covington was his favorite Professor and it had nothing to do with being his Head of House. Keeping his laughter to himself, he watched with an exceptionally big smile on his face. He listened to her instructions, despite the fact that he was planning on going alone. It was just easier that way. He had planned it out, in his mind. If he actually brought someone along and accidentally forgot her that wouldn't be good. Not only completely unfair of an unknowing girl, it wasn't good for Leslie's image. Apparently, he had to start watching it because Leslie didn't think his dad could look so mad. It wasn't Leslie's fault either. It had been one cocktail and it was the lady's for getting in the way.

"Professor..." Leslie started, "What if a girl does that to you? You can't enjoy it at all? Or a boy for that matter. I mean... well... Ya." It was an innocent question, but it was said before Leslie could master himself. Yet, he wasn't regretting it. Now, all Leslie wanted to know was the answer. In his mind, he could feel his brother flicking him on the forehead by now. There were questions one did not ask. But the answer was always the most interesting. It was because there were no other girls, besides Professor Covington in the room, that Leslie found it appropiate to ask. Well, not really appropiate. Just run of the mouth fun.
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Alex watched the new kid walk into the room. His shoes made him slightly smile in amusement. He stood there quietly while the professors conversed. What was he doing there? The only thing that he wanted to do as far as the Yule Ball was concerned was drop in, play a song, and then leave before every teacher in the building was chasing after him. He was sure that Professor Nostradamus would come after him after interrupting such a formal occasion with a working mans song. How many days of detention would he have to serve he wondered.

Would he have to dress the way he was dressed now too? To get in, he was sure he probably would have to, but once he was inside, what should he do. It wouldn't be hard to simply stash an extra pair of clothes in the Great Hall before the festivities even started. Maybe that's what he would have to do. He then looked up at Professor Covington, what would she think of it all? Would she laugh at the whole ridicules affair, or would she be infuriated. The only way to know was to wait and see. He had to go through with it, after all, he wanted to see every ones reactions. The way they reacted deep down, was the way he would be able to tell whether they were worth listening to or not.

Of course they would have to punish him, but maybe they would do so lightly, or just make him show up for detention for one minute and then tell him that he could go. He remembered that Professor Lombardy had done such a thing once for a practical joke that Alex had played on a Ravenclaw boy. He had made the professor laugh; with out any real harm being done. He had to be the responsible adult, but he didn't hide the fact that he approved. The thought made Alex smile, and then, suddenly, he realized that he was still standing in the etiquette class thing, and there were people still there. Only now, he saw everything whizzing by him.

He recalled hearing the Professor say that he was like Harry Potter. Frankly, he was tired of being told that he was so much like someone that he wasn't. That had to be the hundredth time that an older magical person made the comparison between the two. Sure, he supposed it should be an honor, and the first few times when he was younger he was proud of the fact that he was so much like the boy who got rid of Lord Volder something or another, but now, he would much rather have some one say that he was in the same class as his father. Then he saw the professor change her clothing magically, and looked down at his own clothes.

"Hey! How about getting me outta this then please?"
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