Mr T: How ya doin Ruthie?
Me: Pretty good. How bout you?
Mr T: Eh. Hangin in there. Rilly glad it's Friday, and I wanna go home.
Me: Same.
Mr T: *chuckles*
Me: Mr T, can I ask four stupid questions?
Mr T: Hmm?
Me: Wanna have some apology cookies?
Mr T: What?
Me: And this'll go onto the second question: Do you like Whitney Houston-
Mr T: NO!
Me: And three: What was Whitney Houston's favorite type of coordination?
Mr T: ...
Me: *sings in tune* Hand-eyeeeeeEEEYYYYEEEEE!!!!!!
Mr T: *laughs*
Me: And four: What do you get when you cross the Atlantic with the Titanic?
Mr T: ...
Me: ...
Mr T: ...
Me: ...
Mr T: ...
Me: ...
Mr T: Dead?
Me: *snick* No, I mean, true, but no.
Mr T: Then what?
Me: "About halfway".
Mr T: ...
Me: ...
Mr T: ...
Me: ...
Mr T: ...
Me: Again, do you want some apology cookies?
Mr T: For crossing the line?
Me: Yes. They're chocolate chip and walnut! A family recipe!
Mr T: Sure! *takes the cookies* *stands up* Now out.
Me: Wha-
Mr T: *pushes my rolly chair out of the room* Out. *pushes me into the hall*
Me: M-Mr T!
Mr T: *as he's shutting the door* Now you can come in when you lean to not cross the line!
Me: Someone shoulda taught the captain of the Titanic how to steer.
Mr T: *swings the door open* And now you're gonna be the last person to come into class next period!
Me: T-T.
*30 Seconds Later*
Mr T: *opens door* Alright, you can come in, but only since these cookies are really dang good!
Me: Thanks, and I'll make it up with a nerdy joke. How many ears does Spock have?
Mr T: *shrugs*
Me: Three. Left ear, right ear, and the-
Mr T and Me: Final Frontier.
Me: Dammit, you've heard that one before.