'Look, I just think you should reconsider this whole women's studies thing.' He'd all but given up trying to correct him. 'That's not- It doesn't matter.' Chuck sighed. 'As many as it takes! Hell yes!' Blake responded, as he pumped his fist in the air. 'Right, and how many days are you planning on staying here, exactly-?' 'Cut me some slack, Chuck,' Blake smirked cheekily. 'I see you've made yourself at home,' Chuck noted, looking at the slew of unsightly posters, including one of Blake's short lived band, adorning the classroom walls. 'Whatever happened to bros before- That's no fun,' he repeated, cautiously changing his trajectory. 'Ladies,' he nodded as the trio made their way past him, each shooting a dirty look back at Blake as they exited. 'You'll tell them, right?'Ĭhuck raised a bemused eyebrow. 'You'd be right,' Chuck's voice advised him, as he posed in the doorway, arms folded. 'I think that's probably a trick question,' Blake gulped.

Blake stared back at her dumfounded, then swallowed. 'Oh, no, don't you dare use Jesus to justify your sexist little hustle you've got going on,' Shirley interjected, a mad look in her eye. 'Think of it this way Just as Jesus had his disciples, I too-' 'Ladies, please,' he said condescendingly, his legs outstretched. 'Oops,' Blake blushed, as he sat back down. 'They're great kids, really: look, this one called their paper 'My Faeces on the Disadvantages of Women in the Workplace!' Hah, like damn! That's some kinky, King of Scat malarkey, ammiright?'īritta paused, as she read the title herself. 'Actually, they are,' Britta elaborated 'You've created a dozen horny, sexist lunatics, and following your so-called wisdom, they're harassing every woman they can get their hands on.' To what do I owe this pleasure?' he said, a seductive smile on his face. None of you happen to have a cape or a set of wings in your lockers, right? Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. 'You know, I've had a dream just like this. 'Ladies!' he cheered, as he leapt to his feet, shaking each of their hands in turn. He looked up, waved, and beckoned the three girls, Annie, Britta and Shirley, into the room. Meanwhile, as Blake sat in his classroom, scrolling through his emails, there was a knock at the door. And as much as Chuck wanted to believe Drury had a plan, it was getting harder and harder to keep faith in him. He'd heard nothing from him since he'd overheard him snap at Ten two nights before, and that worried him. Six times he'd called Drury, and each time, he'd gone straight to voicemail. Bye Dekker.'Ĭhuck ended the call and sighed. But, if you leave a message, I'll do my best to pass it along! Unless it's spam. 'You've reached Drury Walker! Chances are, that, if you've called this number, you're looking for Gar! Or Gaige! Maybe Len? Basically, a lot of people hand out my phone number. I mean he always said but- Good for him,' he concluded, and without another word, he left the room.įor a moment, he simply lay against the wall, then he pulled his phone out, and called Drury's number, waiting for his response with bated breath. 'This is just a list of women he's slept with. 'Well, these are his credentials,' Pelton said, as he slid a piece of paper across the desk. he's not even a teacher,' Chuck stammered. You'd be surprised by how many students want to listen to a 30 year old man ramble about women for an hour.' 'Well, I can't stop it now,' The Dean shrugged.

'I just- I just don't understand how this was allowed to happen!' he was saying to the Dean, sliding into the plastic chair opposite him. As Blake's unique teaching style found its footing, the demographic for Greendale's Women's Studies course quickly shifted as dozens of disgusted women dropped out, a whole slew of men signed up in their place to gawk at his exaggerated diagrams and revel in his misogynistic proverbs something Chuck vehemently opposed.

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