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“AYE TUCK-TUCK-TUCKER!" Calls your Rooster friend Mikey clearly excited to see you.

“WASSUP!" You call back running to high five Mikey. You high five his scaled hand and you go through your normal high five ritual.

Mikey and you sit down on one of the cast concrete benches in the middle of the high school courtyard. You already know what he's gonna say. Mikey has been trying to get you a girlfriend since sophomore year, or to be exact, ever since he started dating Eida, his “one hen harem". The two of you had an unfinished conversation from last night's track practice.

“Dude, it's senior year, you haven't even kissed a girl. Look man, I get it, the human girls are loose at this school and your parents are, let us say traditional. BUT. You need to get a girl. If not for your sake than mine, because Eida has been insisting I hook you up with her friend Jenny" He says, shuddering at the thought of the fox nerd.

Secretly you actually like Jenny, you had shared interests, but unlike her, you were confident, awkward, but confident. There hasn't been a day you haven't thought of taking the stuttering mess home and having her suck you dry. That's not something you've had the heart to tell Mickey yet, but today that changes.

“And what if I like Jenny? What if Eida is right?" you ask with a raised eyebrow and bravado.

Mickey puts a hand to his beak and thinks for a second. “Then go and talk to Eida and she'll tell you how to make that fox flood her panties." He says earnestly, putting his hands on his knees.

You look at Mickey and grin. “Thanks for the information, you two meet me at Jersey Mike's after school and grab those coupons from the B Pod." I say sheepishly.

The concern on Mikey's face is stomped flat with fear. “Y-Yo-You can't be serious Tucker? I-If th-that's the c-c-case then Eida is gonna have her way with me for a weekend. She's, she's g-g-gonna peg me!" He pleads.

You turn to Mikey as you stand up. “Your anal virginity is a good as Jenny's" You say trying your best to sound like Count Dooku. Before turning around and texting Eida your plan.

With that the morning bell rings, and the moving mass of 2800 Teenagers of over a hundred different species start moving towards their homeroom classes. Admittedly, outside of your career-classes you're kind of a dumbass. Trusses, circuits, signals, and machine systems EZPZ. English IV, Government, Latin, and, while you hate to admit it, Calc are kind of one the list of “you haven't got the feintest fucking clue of what's going on". Integrals are fine as are simple derivatives, but that's about it, related rates, L'Hopital's law, and other such less definitive forms of math.

Unfortunately, your struggles in these classes are the ones you share with Jenny. Jenny is a brilliant writer, seems to understand the machine that is the state, wouldn't look out of place giving a speech on a roman forum, or was it a cofum? As for Calc, she seemed to struggle like everyone else, but she still regarded you as a bit of a dimwit. She always stares at you from behind her glasses, some days with a sly grin, others with the cold, distant touch of disgust.

Unlike her, you talked with everyone, be they the giraffe, cheetah, and the token crane kids on the basketball teams, the bootylicious rat chicks on the softball team and the mountains of men on the football team, of which the only other human male at the school was on, though the two of you don't really speak. You were the de facto mascot of the technical career building. Some of the freshmen had recently started calling you wrench daddy Tucker after Mickey told them that you'd invented a new system of bondage that uses 10mm wrenches to operate.

Jenny, to your knowledge, was an artist, on the varsity debate team, and an avid member of the Student Council. She kept to herself and her handful of friends, Eida, Mickey's hen, Jack the yeen, the female wrestling team's boy toy since middle school, and Natalie, a Long-Tailed duck who doesn't speak to males. She spaghetti'd in most social situations, and while you were awkward in a charming way, hers could be quite the bother to both communication and when she gave speeches.

As your mind compares the two of you, your body is running on autopilot as you weave between the near silent howler monkeys and the screaming hot Cheeto cats finally takes you to homeroom. In the room the elegant Jenny is already sitting at her desk by the window, and sitting next to your spot is the captain of the volleyball team. She looks at you with a look of “I know what's up" and points at Jenny with her powerful muscular tail.

Deciding to break the silence “Morning Jenny hope you're doing well. And how could I forget the lovely Kaylee, how are you on this lovely morning?" You ask trying your best to hide the immense anxiety of seeing Jenny here so early.

“Glad you asked Tucker, you know how spring can be on us anthros, if you see Steven later ask him how fast his recharge time, that'll get him nice and flustered." She says sheepishly twirling her tail to show her skills at giving tailjobs.

Ah yes, the proud and friendly Kaylee Ferdinac, or as she calls herself with a ring on her finger Kaylee Smith. She's the girlfriend of the only other human male on campus, the towering varsity fullback Ethan “Bigger Than" Smith. In February when the football team went to State and won, Ethan quietly proposed to Kaylee, who enthusiastically accepted, to the surprise of nobody. That being said, you'd never known a time when she and Ethan weren't close. Aside from her relationships she's the captain of varsity B volleyball team, and her control over the ratpack has been remarkable, and her tall, Amazonian form got most guys going, and her dark grey coat contrasted to her spring outfit and personality.

“Any of your girls hit as hard as you?" You ask equally sheepishly.

“I dunno, why don't you ask the Lincoln twins how soft rat tongues are. I'm sure they'd love to give a demonstration." She says with a wink, before scrolling through her phone.

“A tempting offer, and while the Lincoln girls are cute, I'll have to decline on principle." You say earnestly with a shrug.

“Oh I know Tucker, Eida already told me that she's gonna be having her way with Mickey this weekend. Everyone knows what that means. Well, I say everyone, but I'd be lying through two big teeth if I did. I'm certain that the lucky girl will enjoy all the benefits a human has, I know I sure do." She says pressing her heavy boobs together.

You give Kaylee a good looking over. “You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you sucked that promise ring of yours off of Ethans's cock and right onto your finger with how horny the two of you are." you playfully remark.

Kaylee looks you up and down. “Oh please, Ethan and I have been inseparable since he took my cherry when we were fourteen, now look at you, 18 years old and never been kissed, just like Jenny. Hell, you two should be dating." She says watching Jenny get flustered as a grin spreads across her face. “I could only imagine the sort of depravity that extra four years of repression could make. You could be like Mickey and Eida and fuck anywhere and everywhere? Or I'd like to think that you'd use that socket operated bondage system on her, make her call you Wrench Daddy like all the freshmen do." She continues watching a now clearly embarrassed Jenny nervously shaking.

You'd be lying if you weren't embarrassed yourself, but unlike Jenny you were taking as gracefully as you can. “All solid ideas, who knows what'll come of it, I most certainly don't." You say slyly fiddling your fingers with embarrassment.

Kaylee turns to the now very embarrassed Jenny. “Everything alright Ms. Woodworth? I hope Tucker and I's conversation isn't bothering you at all." She says sheepishly. “I figured a girl with such a lovely petite figure as yourself and with such a beautiful mind might have some input on someone so close to Eida's sexual nature." She continues, hiding her devious smile with a scholarly tone.

Jenny's tail is swinging side-to-side and her ears are twitching rapidly. “U-u-uh I-I-I-I d-don-don't r-r-r-real-really h-have a-an-any ex-ex-experience." She stammers nervously, tripping over her words.

Kaylee turns her pear-shaped self to face Jenny fully. “Who knows who Eida's set Tucker up with here. Maybe it could be you who she wants to see bound, gagged, and fucked silly by the only other human male on campus aside from my fiancée." Kaylee suggests.

Kaylee's words stops Jenny's erratic movements for a second before she starts with her nervous ticks with gusto. “I-I-I-I-I d-d-d-don't kn-kn-know wh-wh-what y-y-you m-mean." She says lying as she stutters.

Kaylee licks her lips with her long pink tongue. “Oh? So, you've never heard of wrench daddy over here? He's a smart guy for how dim he seems in most classes. Not a soul he won't talk with, and word around the locker room is that he's got a big dick." She says devilishly teasing the poor girl.

Just as Kaylee finishes speaking Eida strides on in, winks at you, and sits herself down next to Jenny. “Everything alright Jenny?" She asks in her momma hen tone. \

“Y-yeah." She mumbles.

You take a seat behind Kaylee's and keep talking with her about the news around the school. There was a fight between a bull and the rhino exchange student. Kaylee was thinking about seeing if her pack was interested in Ethan. Rat culture does promote the wife to provide a harem to the husband, at least according to the AP Mammalian, Avian, Reptilian, and Invertebrate global cultures, or AP Mari as most called it. She teases you about how if it doesn't pan out the Lincoln sisters will be taking you, whether you like it or not.

To be frank, you're mainly just looking to pass the time. Sure, you're wildly behind on your calc homework and your senior essay. It doesn't really matter though, your professors will take anything late. Not long after Ethan forces his tremendous frame through the doorway. Kaylee literally jumps out of her seat, lust in her eyes as she flies towards the mountain that Ethan is. Ethan catches Kaylee's Amazonian form with ease pulling her into a hug. He then whispers something into her ear.

“Hey Tucker, can you tell Ms. Bolton that I'm just in the restroom when she calls roll?' She asks.

“No probs Kay" You reply back as Ethan carries her off into the writhing, loud, mass of fellow students. “Have fun Ethan!" You call back.

Ethan's voice is like a foghorn attached to a sound board. The words “Will do" reverberate through the room like the Horns of Jericho and you half expect the room to collapse. He then buries his lips into Kaylee's. With that the two move out of view.

With Kaylee gone you look for another person to talk with, the silence needed to think being the last thing you want. It seems that Jeremy and Nathan are trying to get their own three-fifths compromise with two of the three human girls on campus in the back corner of the room. Mari and Leigha are just waiting for Nathan and Jeremey to get the point where they ask if they wanna fuck. Nathan is wagging his little doggy tail and Jeremey is two steps from doing the foot thing thumper did in Bambi.

Deciding against talking to the degenerate four you look some more. There's the deer girl with the horns and her buck boyfriend, rumor has it he's quite abusive, but with how common rumors like that are it doesn't much matter. You know the girl used to catch a fair bit of flak for her horns but that's been on the decline. You'd rather not interrupt whatever hushed discussion they're having so you continue looking for decent conversation.

The hippo and rhino dudes are doing arm-wrestling as their elephant friend refs the match. They seem interesting to talk with but you'd rather not become a pink mist if the winner decides to attack the air like they normally do. It would seem that the Hippo is winning though. After watching for a few more seconds it seems that the winds of fortune have changed to favor the rhino. Either way, you won't be talking with them.

That leaves Eida and Jenny as the only others left awake or not reeking of weed. You get up and take your chair with you, setting perpendicular to Eida and Jenny's shared desk. “Morning ladies… Eida, as Mickey has surely told you, I have agreed to your terms, so have your way with him, but the terms shall be reaffirmed at the usual diplomatic channel." You say mocking the ambassador that came to speak yesterday.

Eida chuckles and Jenny seems frozen. “Well Tucker I'm glad I could make you see reason. It's a shame you hadn't come to your senses by prom, but lucky for you nature decided to strike you down for that one." She says making fun of the weird springtime flu you'd had last month.

“Well at least I have an excuse for not going." You say pressuring Jenny.

Jenny opens her mouth but nothing comes out. She tries again to some avail. “I-I had a migraine, so I couldn't go." She says with more confidence than normal.

“That's a shame, at least we have that in common." I say expressing my sympathies.

“So that's why you didn't go Jenny?" Eida presses.

Jenny's ears perk up. “I mean I had a migraine and didn't have a date." She says hanging her head.

“Well, I would've gone with ya if you gave me a chance." You say, trying to console her.

Her ears flush red. “Thanks Tucker. I-I'm k-kinda bad with p-p-people." She says her nose twitching.

Jenny yips as Eida puts her hand on her shoulder. “It's okay Jenny, I think I can help you change that." She says with a smile.

Eida turns to you, takes out her phone, and zips you a quick text. I'm bringing Jenny with us to Jersey Mike's later make sure to play a little dumb it reads. You reply back quickly will do momma hen. Eida laughs.

“It's always a treat to see you Tucker but me and Jenny were just talking something over for English." Eida remarks, politely telling you to fuck off with the raising of her tail feathers.

You abide her request and return to square one on finding a good conversation. Giving up you take out your three-week past due calc homework and TI-84 to start plugging and chugging integrals. If you were being honest integrals were the only element of calculus you understood, it seemed like more advanced factoring more than anything else. You sit at your desk and continue to grind through problems. The longer you work the more you damn the Indian bastard who came up with this shit, you heard he died a virgin. Good.

Completing the worksheet you take out your phone and begin to play Plague Inc. 2. You go for your usual start, specialize in “interspecies transmission", “waterborne and bloodborne", and “Permanent State of Estrus" for infection strats. I soon feel two eyes just over each of my shoulders. You peer over to see Ethan hovering just above your right shoulder, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. You slowly turn your head over to the left and find Kaylee hoving over your left. You look forward and back down to your phone.

“I think he's going for the “Fucked to Death" achievement dear." Kaylee whispers.

“Really? I figured he was going to the “Pulling Tail" achievement" Ethan whispers to his fiancee.

The two move closer two your phone. Kaylee wraps your neck with her tail and Ethan unfurls her snake-like appendage. “Okay Tuck, go for necrotic hemorrhoids and urethral cysts." The pair then whisper in unison.

You abide them, fearing the synchronization of the school's power couple's shared single mind. You follow their advice on each symptom going forward. It's almost scary how good they are at giving cult-like instructions. You can feel Eida and Jenny's stare as the herculean and amazonian pair command your pathogen forward.

As soon as the ragged old witch who “teaches" homeroom somehow manages to rise from her chair the game is won. She gives Ethan the stink eye, no doubt cursing your fellow human man. “Out. Now." bellows the old dog, who looks more like a toad than the terrier she claims to be.

Ethan gives Kaylee a kiss that is 99% tongue and a playful spank and leaves with a wink in his usual fashion. Now able to see Kaylee away from the mountain that is Ethan you can see her legs are shaking and her tail is wrapped around her chair pressing the shitty plastic to its limit. It would seem the annual spring fever that the anos go through for Kaylee has been kept in check by Ethan.

“Praise be the Pack Mother Mary Tucker. I love that man. He's the only male I know who can stare down a rhino bull twice his size and still lay him out. We're gonna make it, I tell you Tucker." She squeaks. You'd say like a schoolgirl, but she is literally a schoolgirl. She even begins hopping a bit like thumper in Bambi.

You can see the glaring of the toad.“Hold your horses Kaylee, I get it you love your honey but the toad is watching so I'd sit your ass down, so unless you want Ms. Ribbster to call your parents I'd keep it down." You see keeping your eyes on the toad.

She freezes for a second. Looks at you and back to the toad, and sits back down. “Thanks for the save Tucker" she whispers to you before putting her snout into her phone.

The toad then croaks. “Good Morning Class" She bellows ensuring all eyes are on her mangy form. “I will now be calling roll, please say here if you are present." She growls.

It would seem everyone is here today, at least that's what the toad croaks. Soon the announcements begin and everyone raises to pledge allegiances, firstly to America, and secondly to the Harthia flag. Mr. Trotter, a bear of a species, groans “Good morning Jasmine. V. Lee High School, it has come to my attention that some of our student body are trying to get a petition signed to change the name of this school to something other than it's current one due to Jasmine V. Lee being one of the many mixed children of Robert E. Lee. To that I say, fu *hic*... I mean, Jasmine V. Lee was a pioneer in the civil rights field, being the first reptile and female representative to the state of Harthia, where, and this should come to no surprise to all of you, you live…" He groans, he takes an audible drink of something, probably some sort of peach liquor. “Either way, remember to congratulate the varsity A soccer team out there, capitan Victor Nacadoches was able to lead the offense to getting six goals against the Westbrooke High Fighters led by their capitan Mikael Kommenous beating the Fighters 6 to 2. Okay, now I'll be giving the mic to student council president Jacob Apostle and vice president Hasham Barca.

You can feel your brow furrow as you hear the name of the high pitched cringe factories that is the student council. “HEEEEEEEEYOOOOOOOOOOOO JASMINE V. LEE HIGH WE'RE PLANNING A 20'S THEMED LOCK IN FOR THE WEEKEND OF NEXT WEEK *uh* AND WE'LL BE WATCHING FINDING NEMO AND SELLING 1$ POPCORN AND SODIES." You can feel your blood pressure rise and everyone in the room has gone silent or has chosen to ignore Jacob and Hasham. Nathan is still trying to talk up the human girls, while Ms. Bolton stares blankly at the “Hang In There" poster.

Hasham takes the lead over Jacob “Whell it'll be five dollars to get in but you'll have to bring your own jammies." He says in the voice that drives his father to Mosque every night.

“THAT'S ALL THE ANNOUNCEMENTS TODAY GOIYS MAKE SURE TO FOLLOW THE SCHOOL'S REDDIT" Jacob says his voice seemingly more nasal and high pitched than normal.

The entire mood of the room has gone from tired, sleepy, and lax to on edge and angry. The fact that the literally shrew mentioned the school had a reddit is enough to earn the ire of most of the tech nerds who communally manage at least fifty spam bots driving that failed abortion into the anoles of history purely out of spite. The band gaggle is grinning ear-to-ear to hear a familiar voice on the PA. Disgusting. You can see the raised hair on Kaylee's neck and scowl which usually means another pack bullying campaign against those in the marching band, something that Ethan will likely join in on.

Everyone is just waiting for the bell to go to first period, the falcon girl brushing her feathers, the mink dude is scowling at the squirrels running between the trees along the bus lane, skittering as they run up and down. Jenny and Eida are talking and Kaylee is still obviously sex drunk fantaizing about her future with “Bigger Than". Soon the reverbed and compressed bell sound rips through the air, raising the hair of every anthro in the class and most begrudgingly get up. For you it's to woodshop, the best way to start the day, carving and working on your masterpiece, it's not a 10mm socket driven bondage device like most would have you believe, but rather a universal carving rig for game. The thoughts of smooth wooden handles of the saws, chisels, and the soft leather wrap of your hammer seem to pick at your muscle memory, though today is changing fasteners, sanding, finishing, there's six weeks of senior classes left, and since the start of April there's been no actual structural changes.

You walk through the drab, crowded hallways once more, and right out the door towards the shop building. That morning hit of the smell of sawdust and iron is better than coffee when it comes to snapping you awake. Mr. Nicholas is just sitting in his chair as usual with an open can of beer knowing damn well the administration won't do shit and his students don't care either. “Morning Tuck, your sleeve fasteners are by the coffee machine in a plastic bag." He says, still only half awake.

“Thanks Mr. Nicholas, mind if I get some coffee while I'm at it?" You ask, moving towards the ancient coffee maker.

Mr. Nicholas looks at you for a second. “Why do you ask that every time? You already know you can, just get me a cup while you're there." He says before turning back to his computer.

“Manners Mr. Nicholas, manners." You answer as you fill two paper cups with the brown liquid.

“Right, right, that whole Hathian island culture." He says. “back in Vermont it wasn't the same." he continues.

You set down the cup and begin moving towards getting all the tools you need ready before moving out the totally not stolen Home Depot pallet cart with the rig on it. It's about one and a half times as tall as you are. The 10mm sockets you use to adjust the inch-and-a-half thick leather hoists glisten in the sharp LED lights of the shop. This project is like your child, you had cast the bronze gears, milled and forged the metal joints too, and made the springs by hand with a tap and die, and a drill. Beyond the raw materials just about everything is made by you, you'd even bought a whole raw cow hide, tanned it, and cut it to strips for your use. This has sort of been your life, and today, you're finishing it. Changing out the long nut bolts for some harder to find sleeve bolts that function better in letting the crane arms move easier with the gear system. With two long ratcheting wrenches, you can control the two hoists. In all fairness it could totally be used a sex swing with how you designed the hoists but that's not what its designed for.

The next hour and half is spent in the shop building and while technically you're in woodshop and metal shop the teachers know you're here and mark you present. During the time you sand down the last unfinished bit of the structure and then begin applying the oil with a thick brush. You get it done, and with it, finish the work of the project. Tomorrow it'll be done, and then you'll have to do a demonstration of its use. You almost lament finishing it, it's been a really fun eight months. Not long after you finish your fourth cup of coffee and cleaning up, the bell rings for the third time. Now it's to Latin for your daily humiliation.

The path to latin is the usual

You arrive to find Jenny sitting alone in the back of the classroom like normal. You decide to go up to her “Slave Jenny" you say trying to greet her.

She looks at you clearly flustered. “You mean salve r-right?" she asks, correcting your shitty Latin.

You can feel your face be a little red. “Yeah, salve. botched my vocab as usual." You say trying to remain positive.

The teacher snaps at you to sit down, and so begins the lecture. Naturally you aren't called on, as Mrs. Holden is more focused on her non-C students. It's a sentiment you can respect even if it doesn't work in your favor. Jenny is made to speak almost every time, and each time she gets progressively more and more anxious and upset. She seems on the brink of tears by the end of it. You just drew stickmen with roman helmets on printer paper and played stratego with the jaded woodpecker Bryan McCollix. He beat you fair and square and every now and again you could swear that you saw pleading glances from the A students throughout round 2. Soon the bell rings and it's off to English.

Soon it's off to calculus, and this time Jenny isn't called on but she isn't able to calm down. She sits behind you and you're able to hear all of her distressed whispering “nonononono that's not right at all" “Wait. Which rule is right? No wait, none of this is right" “Was I supposed to do L'Hopital's law or was I just supposed to straight solve it?". It'd be cute if it wasn't for the growing number of sniffles and nervous high pitched whines that seem to be getting louder and louder. The lecture is absolutely unintelligible as Mr. Snapclaw, a mantis, speaks with the heaviest Orchid accent you've ever heard and some of your classmates are already watching Sal Khan go over minimum and maximum area/volume questions in the middle of class. You wish you had the gall to do that, but you see it as too rude, and your father always raised you to be a good face for the human species. “For every one thousand Mammae, Aves, Reptari, Insextan, and Molluskites, there is but one human on this island. So, for the love of God, don't act like a shrew." These Are the words that always ring out in your head, from your father's mouth to your ears..

You've heard the mainland has more humans, with even some majority human cities and states. The thought amuses you but what incentive is there to leave Hathia? There's a city on Hathia, same with fields, and mountains, ravines, and forests. Swamps and beaches, both rocky and sandy kinds; creeks, streams, springs, and even a small river named Al-Qurak after the Fennec and Camels who settled at the mouth of the river way back in the old days of the island. It's got everything you'd ever want, and it's not like you need to look for a job with you being the only one of your father's children to express a remote interest in staying in the family business and on Hathia in general. You love your little brothers but they're far more involved with mom's side of the family, well, technically your step-mother but she's always been around as long as you can remember.

There's that term again. Step-Mother. The word you've had to grapple with your whole life.

You never actually got to meet your mother, with her dying delivering you. You've seen the photos of her, even some home videos. She knew what having you meant, at least that's what Dad always tells you. She had skin fair like the petals of a lily, and her eyes, they're a deep emerald green, like yours. You know your grandfather and grandmother very well, them being natives of the island. They tell you what she was like when you visit, and how you have your grandfather's thick, straight, brown hair and nose. You can feel a lump in your throat start to develop. You force yourself to stop thinking about the mother you never met just as the lunch bell rings.

You walk down the hallways again, same as every other day, but today the smell of musk and heat is exceptionally great. You catch the Lincoln sisters eyeing you from afar as they talk with Kaylee and Ethan. You find Mickey leaned up against the wall with a bag of Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos hanging from his beak, trying his best to rock the 80s era Japanese fashion he bought last year. It looks actually quite well on him, the black and magenta on the jacket contrast really well with his comb and wattle, though the racing goggles have long disappeared from his wardrobe. He thinks he's the shit that jacket, and while he looks like a dweeb, he takes it with pride.

Soon Eida joins us bringing Jenny along in tow. Mickey takes the full sized bag of doritos from his beak and offers them to his “one-hen-harem" before giving her a wink and taking her hand. “So momma hen how was class?" He asks like the cock-of-the-rock he is in his head.

The two kickin' chickens keep you and Jenny apart, probably for the better as she seems more shy than normal. She won't look at you while you look at her, it's almost like the ghosts from that Mario game Eida and Mickey force you to play on Saturday nights. The cafeteria is loud as ever, and the lunch ladies are serving some decent food today. The recent “sponsorship" of the school by Fred's Fowls has provided a constant and steady supply of edible chicken sandwiches to the student masses. Eida buys two oddly enough, despite Jenny, Mickey, and you all getting your own. You pay and leave for the courtyard, back down the drab beige hallways.

The weather is fantastic, a nice seventy degrees, a few clouds and a warm southern wind. The budding leaves of the trees finally added some color to the otherwise soul-crushing brutalist architecture of the school itself. All around you was the feeling of life renewed, for an island about a hundred miles away from the continent, the winters here sure hit hard. April is always wonderful here. The Hathian Sparrow is singing it's lovely song. Koo-Kee-Eee-Aa.

Mickey and Eida flipped spots in the arrangement so that Eida is now to immediately to your left while Mickey and Jenny are further down the two benches.“Catch Tuck" Edia says before launching a red bag at you. You catch it handily. It's the Fred's Fowls spicy chicken sandwich she bought earlier, still warm to the touch too. You just hold in your hand for a second, and then look at Eida with a pleading look in your eyes. You know what she's thinking “This'll be funny as shit".

You notice the sly grin on“Hey, Mickey, I got some bad news, I've had Eida offer me her chicken sandwich before, as your friend, I gotta say I'm gonna devour it." You say with faux lament. Mickey snups up staring at you for a second with a bit of glare before he notices the actual sandwich. He doesn't even grace your shitty joke with any sort of remark.

Eida just looks at him. “Lame." She moans.

“Whatever" Is all Mickey says before continuing to eat, diving back into his sandwich and chips.