Lithuania, Kaunas
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Chub Shady, Bald Eagle and University Shooter, "The Boys" trio in AVV have finished their essay and powerpoint on the topic of disabled people using the internet, or some shit like that. Yay!
"So, what do we do with it now?" University Shooter asked about the essay, sitting cutely on a couch of Motiejaus Bakery, in his camo pants and bullet proof vest, his AR-15 neatly set down next to him, helmet on the table.
"I asked the AVV Queen, she said we have to 'defend it'." The Bald Eagle shrugged, eating up his protein-pumped sausage bun and leaving no crumbs.
"Defend?
I commend,
Till the end,
Chub Shady will protect,
He no cancel, but he diss,
And he don't ever miss,"
Chub Shady tried to rhyme, making the bakery worker roll her eyes into another universe while heating up someone's sandwich.
Meanwhile, University Shooter was sitting and staring blankly into space, looking like that one meme of a soldier experiencing Vietnam flashbacks.
Bald Eagle waved his hand in front of the dude's face. "Hey, man, you okay?"
"Yes." University Shooter snapped out of his trance and sipped his coffee from his cute little coffee cup. "Just trying to think of a practical plan on how to defend our AVV Programs and Resources project."
"Same, I'm gonna practise my fighting moves when I come back to Elektrėnai." The Eagle-Man replied.
"Maaaan, good luck you guys, I'm gonna write an insane diss track about the lecturer on Express Market check papers during my shift today," Chub Shady informed, chugging his white Monster.
"Holy fucking shit, you're so useless." Bald Eagle pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated with ripoff Shady's bullshit.
The guys then sat in silence, enjoying their little university break get-together before their next lecture.
"Do you guys ever wonder how Adrijus is doing?" the Bald Eagle asked out of the blue, sparking up the most philosophical and meaningful conversation literally anyone in VU KnF could have in their entire lives.
- - - Work defense day - - -
"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti, he's nervous-" Chub Shady rocked back and forth in a random corner in the hallway, mumbling "Lose Yourself" lyrics to himself a few minutes before the AVV Programs and Resources lecture.
Outside, University Shooter was creating a racket by practising target shooting out in the courtyard, a bag of guns at his feet.
About five feet away, cause he's not gay, Bald Eagle was punching and dodging the air, preparing himself to throw hands for academic purposes.
"Uhh, Chub Shady, what the hell is going on with all three of you?" Mel bapped Shady in the shoulder, making him flinch.
"Preparation,
For perfectionation,
Maybe desertation," Chub stuttered out, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"...Perfectionation is not a word that exists..." Mel pointed out.
Seeing that Chub Shady's mental state is deteriorating in seconds, Mel joined the other girls in the course who were hiding away from University Shooter, scared that today just might be the day he actually lives up to his name.
- - -In Class- - -
"Alright, today, the students named University Shooter, Bald Eagle and Chub Shady will defend their work on the topic of internet accesibility for disabled people,"
The red-haired lecturer announced, inviting the trio to the front of the auditorium.
"...Okay, we ready?" University Shooter ducked down behind his computer monitor in the back of the room, loading up his MG-16.
"Wait,
When does Shady diss?
He too shy,
Please no go first,"
Chub Shady trembled, hiding behind his own monitor, drip reeking of sweat and mom's spaghetti vomit.
Bald Eagle sighed and braced himself. "Whatever, LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOO!"
He let out the most ear piercing eagle screech ever heard to man, as University Shooter stood up and opened fire inside the class.
"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DEFEND A PROJECT GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK," AVV Queen screamed as she got down, taking cover with the rest of the class.
University was closed off for the rest of the day, but the project was indeed defended well. No one wanted to touch it, see it, or even mention it after this shenanigan.
