𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛™️ [✓]

nine

bender starts to whistle a marching tune. then brian joins in—and eventually everybody.

vernon enters, and bender begins to whistle beethoven's 5th.

"alright girls, that's thirty minutes for lunch." he sternly says.

"here?"

"here."

"well i think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in, sir!" objects andrew.

"well i don't care what you think, andrew!"

"uh, dick?" bender holds up a hand. "excuse me, rich..." he corrects. "will milk be made available to us?"

"we're extremely thirsty sir." andrew adds.

"i have a very low tolerance for dehydration." claire pops in.

"i've seen her dehydrated sir, it's pretty gross." andrew states.

bender stands.

"relax, i'll get it!"

vernon immediately stops the boy. "ah, ah, ah grab some wood there, bub!"

bender grins, and slowly sits back down.

"what do you think, i was born yesterday? you think i'm gonna have you roaming these halls?" he looks around and points at andrew. "you!" he points at him.

"and you!" he then points to allison "hey! what's her name? wake her! wake her up! come on, on your feet missy! let's go! this is no rest home!"

allison gets up, confused.

"there's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge. lets go!"

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andrew and allison walked slowly down the hall.

"so, what's your poison?" andrew breaks the silence.

allison doesn't answer.

he looks back to her. "what do you drink?"

allison still doesn't answer.

"okay...forget i asked."

a few seconds go by, and allison finally speaks up. "vodka."

"vodka? when do you drink vodka?"

"whenever." the shy girl replies.

"a lot?"

allison smiles. "tons."

"is that why you're here today?"

allison ignores the question. "why are you here?" allison snaps back.

they both stop walking and andrew leans against the wall.

"um, i'm here today...because my coach and my father don't want me to blow my ride. see i get treated differently because, coach thinks i'm a winner. so does my old man. i'm not a winner because i wanna be one—i'm a winner because i got strength and speed. kinda like a race horse. that's about how involved i am in what's happening to me."

"yeah? that's very interesting. now why don't you tell me why you're really in here." allison rises her eyebrows, and squints her eyes.

"forget it!"

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meanwhile, claire, bender and brian are all sitting around waiting for the cokes.

"claire, you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitus of the nuts? it's pretty tasty." bender says.

"no thank you." claire looks down and messes with her nails.

"how do you think he rides a bike?"

claire rolls her eyes and turns away in disgust.

"oh, claire, would you ever consider dating a guy like this?"

"can't you just leave me alone?"

"i mean if he had a great personality, and was a good dancer, and had a cool car...although you'd probably have to ride in the back seat 'cause his nuts would ride shotgun."

"you know what i wish i was doing?" she turns back to face the boy.

"watch what you say, brian here is a cherry."

"a cherry?" brian enters the conversation.

"i wish i was on a plane to france."

"i'm not a cherry."

"when have you ever gotten laid?" bender asks the nerd.

"i've laid, lots of times!" he corrects.

"name one!"

"she lives in canada, met her at niagara falls. you wouldn't know her."

"ever laid anyone around here?"

brian shushes bender and points at claire who's back is still turned.

"oh," bender points to claire. "you and claire did it?"

claire turns back around confused. "what are you talking about?"

"n-nothing." brian stutters. "let's just drop it. we'll talk about it later."

"drop what? what are you talking about?"

"well, brian's trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the niagara falls area.. that presently you and him are riding the hobby horse."

"little pig!"

"no, no!" brian tries to object. "i'm not! john said i was a cherry and i said i wasn't! that's it! that's all that was said."

"then what were you motioning to claire for?!" bender adds.

"i don't appreciate this very much, brian."

"he is lying." brian swears.

"oh, you weren't motioning to claire?" bender furrows his eyebrows.

brian shakes his head, and looks to the girl. "you know he's lying, right?"

"were you, or were you not motioning to claire?" bender asks.

"yeah, but it was only because," brain begins to mumble. "it was because i didn't want her to know i was a v-virgin, okay?"

bender smirks.

"excuse me for being a virgin, i'm sorry."

"why didn't you want me to know you were a virgin?" claire gets up and sits closer to the boy.

"because it's personal business—it's my personal private business."

"well it don't sound like you're doing any business." bender smirks, and laughs at his own joke.

"in my opinion, it's okay for a guy to be a virgin." claire speaks.

bender immediately looks to her.

"you do?" brian asks, claire looks at both of them, then smirks and nods.