This was ridiculous. If Milton had have known that he would be surrounded by a bunch of five year olds in animal print pajamas with fluffy blankets and giant teddy bears, he wouldn't have signed up for this class. There was no way these students could possibly be over the age of ten. They were ten year olds in teenage bodies.

In fact, he was fairly certain that Professor Cerulean wasn't even human. She was probably a living, breathing teddy bear inside of a human body.

When the basket of smorey stuff came his way, Milton just passed it along without taking anything from it. No. Just no. He wasn't even wearing his pajamas. But he did take the opportunity to wear jeans and a simple tshirt. That was comfortable enough for him.

Milton just sat back and watched the little film excerpt. Star Wars? Sounded... weird. And the more Milton watched, the more weird it got. They were fighting with neon sticks and the guy in black was breathing funny and--oh dear. The guy lost his hand. He could probably get a healer to fix that. As the scene went on, it just got even more ridiculous. The acting was terrible! "My dead grandmum can act better than that..."

I am your father.

No... NO... DATS NOT TWUE. DATS IMPOSSABUL.

Search your feelings, you KNOW it to be twue.

NOOOOOOOoooo! NOOOOooo...!

"HA-HA!" Milton laughed suddenly, overcome by a bout of absolute amusement at how horrible that acting was. He snorted and shook his head. "Ah, man," he mumbled with a quiet chuckle. That was good stuff right there.

Good as in completely ridiculous, by the way.

Ahem. Anyway. Milton listened to the professor continue without laughing anymore. It was hard to control his amused smile, however. He didn't dare speak up though, in fear that he might just giggle.