Well, Jaade looks like you’ve found your fool. Fireman here, quick wit, strong back, and great with an axe…
~sweeps Jaade over his shoulder, and makes for somewhere more, uh, quiet, where we can, uh, talk~
You rang?
By the way, you are expected at 8:00 sharp for your test.
I overslept, Miss Teach. :smack:
Excuse me, Mr. Caveman/Fireman, we were talking here…
Or at least, we could’ve been, had we not been so rudely interrupted.
:: slaps buttonjockey with white duelin’ glove::
Brawny and foolish, that’s the way I like 'em. 
Talk’s cheap, fireman, what else ya got?
Uh oh! Now boys, there’s no need to fight! I’m sure that the three of us cound have a lovely conversation.
Is that what they’re calling it these days?
I’m sorry, but teachers have to be male. And older. And handsome. For me anyway!
Hey, what’s the point if you’re going around raising your hand? But wait…you were flirting with Harimad-sol. This could work!
Figured it would be more polite than simply throwing you over my shoulder and escaping from the thread with you. Live and learn
(Besides, being that I possess the Jedi art of undoing bra clasps with only one hand…)
I was, and plan on continuing! And I like how your mind works! And I have run out of exclamation points.
But I’m certainly not averse to sharing; why don’t you come here and, um… talk with us. And don’t worry, if the table proves too small I’m sure the floor will work just fine.
Yes, but teachers aren’t supposed to raise hands or escape from threads. They’re supposed to give assignments, and make you do them over again if you don’t do it right.
But I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on this. There are *way * too many people in this thread, and I’m shy. At least let’s move behind the bar!
It gettin’ hot in here?
I, for one, am sure that there’s enough teaching to go around.
~begins working on a plan of instruction~
You are not totally correct however. Even if you get an assignment perfectly right, it still has to be repeated to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, and for practice. Aint no getting out of the over-and-over-again clause I’m afraid. (Hope you don’t plan on having to walk anywhere immediately)
~contemplates~
Space behind the bar is quite limited, but there’s most likely room for one person to be on their back with…
Mmm, ok. 
(Actually, I have to run now and help a friend work up a curriculum and few syllabi for a grant he’s writing. Check back with you sexy smarties later)
Hey, whatever works
We should talk.
I’ll treat you to my accented tongue if ye show me yer corset, lass!
Am I too late to join the class?
Stupid working for a living. grr
Get a load of this one.
OK, so he’s not a puppy, but he’s still my baby. He’s not even mine if you want to be strict about it. But he’s my very best friend who is of another species, anyway.
Alright, a fight! Now I’m ready to go!
:: Brabishes axe ::
Come on, anybody think they can take me down? Let’s go!
(insert drunken fighting smiley here)
kimera calls up her friends Chimpy and Aesiron to come on over.
Well, I think UrbanChic is kind, wonderful and a fabulous dresser.
I’ve been having a crappy sort of time lately, and she went out of her way to be nice. I really appreciate it. 
Ok so pirates are in. How about spies?
Confession time. I come from North Korea originally. What nobody knows until now is that I was planted in United States at the age of 2 as a sleeper agent.
It would be such a shame if someone were to capture and interrogate me. It would be even more embarassing if my captor were to find the stash of interrogation equipment in my spare bedroom and use my own, custom-fitted, interrogation equipment to interrogate me.