http://staygold-wario.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
staygold-wario.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
smash_logs2011-10-04 08:28 pm
staygold-wario.livejournal.com) wrote in smash_logs2011-10-04 08:28 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Who: Wario and anyone else
What: HEALTH CLASS
Where: Um... the health classroom.
When: Backdated to Monday, October 3rd
Warnings: This is Wario teaching health. Use your imagination.
Ugh. This was the worst part of having a job: having to do actual work. However, it was just teaching. Teaching was the easiest of jobs, right? Wario could sit around and do nothing for 90% of the time, getting summer vacation and tenure and still make a decent salary.
However, this was the 10% of the time Wario had to do work. He had to teach a health class. This should be pretty easy to wing. Wario knew about health. Yep. There was the food pyramid, which consisted of... uh... He stopped to think. Food pyramid. Food pyramid. Well, he'd make it up. Garlic at the base, steak, donuts, cake, pasta.... And at the top where the "bad" things went was... fruit. Yes. Fruit. And some vegetables. Wario liked vegetables in lasagna, and of course garlic was a vegetable. But he was not really into fruit so much.
So, with that knowledge, Wario scribbled a food pyramid on the board.
And when the students came in, he would lecture about that. Yes.
What: HEALTH CLASS
Where: Um... the health classroom.
When: Backdated to Monday, October 3rd
Warnings: This is Wario teaching health. Use your imagination.
Ugh. This was the worst part of having a job: having to do actual work. However, it was just teaching. Teaching was the easiest of jobs, right? Wario could sit around and do nothing for 90% of the time, getting summer vacation and tenure and still make a decent salary.
However, this was the 10% of the time Wario had to do work. He had to teach a health class. This should be pretty easy to wing. Wario knew about health. Yep. There was the food pyramid, which consisted of... uh... He stopped to think. Food pyramid. Food pyramid. Well, he'd make it up. Garlic at the base, steak, donuts, cake, pasta.... And at the top where the "bad" things went was... fruit. Yes. Fruit. And some vegetables. Wario liked vegetables in lasagna, and of course garlic was a vegetable. But he was not really into fruit so much.
So, with that knowledge, Wario scribbled a food pyramid on the board.
And when the students came in, he would lecture about that. Yes.
no subject
Then, in a most invasive manner, he leaned up on Nabooru's desk and continued his smooth talk. "So, uh, are you doing anything later?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Poor Nabooru. She didn't need another very handsome man in her life.
no subject
It'd either break under her weight and the angle, or she was going to topple onto the floor. Neither seemed very enjoyable. So rather than risk it any more than necessary, her reply was rather composed and collected - and so very done in what she classified to be a 'true Nabooru' tone.
"I have someone, thank you."
Never mind that she was lying, but she liked thinking she had a good poker face. Thanks to all of those older days of playing poker with Ganondorf and the others.
no subject
Wario wasn't really surprised though. But he just backed away from the desk and crossed his arms, huffing, "Feh. Fine. At least tell me your name." So he can be angry at Nabooru and put a name to it. Although he'll get over it in about five seconds.
no subject
A hand lifted and she absentmindedly motioned around. "I'm the dance instructor."
no subject
Romance wasn't a priority in his life anyway. No, his true priority was money. He would give up all the beautiful women in the world for more money.
Maybe he should be a pimp.no subject