"Thank you, sir..."
Alyera says, half-heartedly, handing over her tools and supplies. "Hold all these?"
She sighs, and leans back, taking off her coat as slowly as she can. She smiles a little weakly, obviously very cold. "Thank you, sir..."
RIP, Cloud City. Two beautiful years.
COMPUTER PROBLEMS. INDEFINITE HIATUS.
Originally Posted by TravelLog
Originally Posted by SamBurke
*snip* ...Hands down the funniest class critique ever... *snip*
I cannot tell you the number of times I laughed while reading this.