Dire Straits

Zaid was moments away from grabbing a pencil and stabbing his eyes, or maybe hers.

'Okay you want to get philosophical shey? Oya Madam Philo, tell me, what is the meaning of life?'

'Trick question, there is no meaning. We're just doing different things to pass the time as we await inevitable death.' Zim replied, her head bowed fingers fiddling with the zip of her pencil case.

Zaid sighed slamming the textbook open in his hands shut, and no doubt wondering how he got here. 'You know what? Just shut up for now and take your edginess somewhere else. We'll continue this tomorrow.'

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Just two idiots bumping into themselves on the road to to be less idiotic.

And additionally stuck in a classic tutor-tutoree dynamic, nothing like a little cliché to oil the engines of madness. *cue evil laughter*

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