# Ch.13: Supreme didactics
The foxes went to the library.
They weren't there for the books though.
F5: Why do we have to do everything at the library? Can't we have a cinema?
Z: Resource storage and engine rooms are the bigger concern,
so we cannot afford to waste space.
F6: Where's that cereal candy thing?
G: Please sit down first. Then we'll give you the alegria.
The foxes sat down in the row of chairs, which were mighty comfy indeed.
Then they were given popcorn bags, which contained bars of alegria.
F6: What a letdown.
G: I wanted a more legitimate experience, but we really don't have popcorn.
Sorry.
F2: Aw! I don't mind! Thank you anyways.
Getting praised by a little girl was on Guy's bucket list,
and this was pretty close.
G: *ahem*. We'll start of slow with a rather non-serious movie.
F1: 'A' hasn't talked. Where is he?
Z: He is working on the ship's systems.
He also said that he did not want to deal with
all of you for the rest of the day.
F3: Does he find us that annoying?
G: Uhhh...
Z: Yes.
Z: I'll also be doing engineering improvements on the ship and main island,
while also navigating through the sea-
F4: That's insane! How can you do that!?
Z: So it will mostly be you and 'C'.
Jack was dealing with the other kind of C right now.
Legends say that he didn't use C, but (American) Z,
a mythical language with the speed of Itanium assembly if it actually worked,
the security of Rust if it actually worked,
and the readability of English not written by a man of law,
blessed by the spirit of programmer Ritchie himself.
But we won't get into those unfounded rumours.
G: Anyways, we'll be watching "Vampire hookers", from nineteen seventy-nine.
F6: Spooky.
F4: Couldn't you have picked something more normal sounding?
G: Don't blame me. 'A' picked it.
Copyright man! I ain't paying!
*Ahem*, some tentacles flipped the state of the lights and projector,
and the foxes would soon learn about corny sexploitation ""films"".
F3: That's an ingenious way of eating an egg.
F2: Yeah! Maybe I could try it!
G: We don't have eggs. Sorry.
...
F2: Gross. Forget I said that.
F5: That's what I call an overripe egg. Ha!
F4: At least nobody has died yet.
F1: We are a few minutes in. It should happen eventually.
...
F2: Wait, what is she doing in the men's bathroom?
F3: Some things are better left unanswered.
G: I'll have to talk to 'A' later.
...
F5: Ok, that guy is incredibly stupid.
F6: I don't know, it reminds me of someone...
F1: Why are you looking at me?
F5: Nah. He wouldn't have asked about anything.
...
F2: How l-lewd!
G: I'm definitely having a word with 'A'.
...
F2&4:AH!
F5: Come on! It wasn't scary at all!
F4 actually shivered a bit. Meanwhile,
F6 wolfed (or foxed) down all the alegria,
and had to be slapped awake with a fan.
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G: Hey! No sleeping on the cinema!
Overall, a really corny movie.
They didn't have corn though.
G: Alright, now that you've warmed up, let's get serious.
Some tentacles pulled a slide presentation.
G: 'A' Also wanted me to show you a collection of violent injuries.
F3: But why?
G: Apparently,
you're still expected to see your fair share of violence later on,
so you should be conditioned to not collapse when seeing it.
G: Now, here's a papercut.
F4: W-whoah slow down! You're creeping me out!
G: ...You can cover your eyes if you want,
but bear in mind that you will see this things eventually,
so it's better to be prepared.
F4: ..Ok, I will try watching.
G: Good! Now, here's a-
F4: Ah!
G: Small splinter injury.
They winced exactly in this order, from least to most: F5= G: Here is some degloving of the hand caused by crushing injury. F5: This is why you don't fist one of those android girls. F1: ... F6: Ew. F3>5: What? F2: EWWW! F4 buried his face in the popcorn bag. The presentation took a while since everyone had to muster enough courage to eventually look at the slides. They did finish it eventually though. G: Alright, since we finished watching and you held out alright, I will give you some free time for the rest of the day. F6: Nice. F1: It is about 3 o' clock, master. Are you sure about that? G: Yes. I'm sure the slides were stressful on some of you, so I want you to relax. F1: How do I do that, master? G: You don't have to say master. You said you liked clocks, so you can read about them if you want to. F1: Yes sir. I'm going now. F5: I think that I'm going to the armoury, then. G: Don't. I don't know what weapons you can use, and 'A' will get mad if you lose an arm. F5: Ugh, fine! I'll just go to the gym. F6: I will be having a nap. Can I have a cookie? G: I don't know how to make them. Sorry. F6: Awww... F2: Can't you just keep teaching us some other stuff? G: Not really. I also have to check up on the main continent, so you know, we can be prepared for that. Call me if you need anything. F2: So you can't play with me? G: No. Maybe Finn can. F2>4: Hey Finn! Wanna play poker with me? F4: Huh? Y-yeah, sure. F3: I'll just sit down and consider the recent events. G: Good! You'll see us again for dinner, so don't worry. And then Guy focused his mind elsewhere. But right now we are sticking with the foxes. F1 tried to read some clock schematics, but that proved too difficult, so he instead read a book about clocks for dummies. F3 was contemplating his very few life choices. F4 was playing poker with F2, while discussing random things. F5 was humiliating professional weightlifters. At the treadmill. F6 was sleeping while dreaming about cookies and sleeping, recursively. It seemed like everyone had gotten over the scary things. F4: So, do you like our masters? F2: Sure! They give us food and such. F4: Yes, but 'A's kinda rough. F2: Well, yeah, but I think he means well. F4: Mean well!? He is a psycho! F4 drew a few cards. F2: Sure, but he really wants us to become better, I think. F4: How!? F2: It's tough to say, but don't you think that he does all this because he wants us to get stronger? F4: Well, maybe, but that doesn't make him any less of a monster. F2 bet two chips and F4 called. F2: Yes, but you can't deny that he does his job really well. F4: Well, so does 'C'. F2: I don't think so. He couldn't have coaxed Frank into spilling the beans. Showdown. F2 won. F4: Bugger. Are you sure though? F2: Yeah, he's just "too" nice. He couldn't just couldn't have convinced a tough guy like Frank to let it all out. Another round started with one chip of ante. Both checked. F4: *Draws two* Well, I still don't like 'A'. He talks to me likes he wants to turn me into a carpet. F2: *Draws two* He just wants you to stop being a chicken! F4: Funny you say that. Both checked, and F2 won at showdown. F4: Again? F2: Yeah. F4: Either ways, why do they do it? They could just order us around. F2: *Dealing cards* Well, 'A' said that he didn't want to babysit us, so maybe we are more useful for them if we appear more competent. F4: That's disturbing. Are we nothing more than tools for them? Is their kindness an illusion? F2 bet 2 chips, and F4 called. F2: Dunno. Does it really matter? F4: Yes!? *draws one* F2: I mean, if they're willing to put so much care into us, what's the difference? F2 bets 3 chips. F4 calls. F4: Well, do they want slaves, or companions? F4: Full house. F2: Four of a kind. F4: You're definitely cheating. F4 ran out of chips. F2: Isn't that part of the fun? F4: No!? F2: Anyways, maybe they'll tell us? F4: I forgot that you were totally innocent. The world may never know. I'm not spoiling it for sure.