Int .Study Room F-Day
Everyone was in their respective spots. The group was trying to figure out who used the cheat sheet for the test.
Troy: The only difference between Señor Chang and Stalin is that I know who Señor Chang is.
Alice rolled her eyes and looked to Troy.
Alice: You don't know who Stalin is?
Troy: I didn't do well in English, I'm sorry.
Shirley: Did you hear him call me Jackee like I'm some kind of black female caricature? If the good Lord hadn't been watching, I'd have slapped him upside the head.
Max: Who do you guys think cheated?
Without a moment of hesitation all heads look to Jeff. He sits in his chair texting, feeling the eyes on him he looks up.
Jeff: Flattering. But if I'm gonna cheat, I'm not going to write information from a book onto a piece of paper. That's practically learning for God's sake.
Alice: (sarcastically). Forgive us for our totally reasonable accusations.
Jeff gives her an equally sarcastic smile.
Jeff: You're forgiven. Anyways, Whoever made that crib sheet isn't a real cheater. Just insecure and naive.
Everyone looks at Annie, who is ready to protest.
Annie: I may be naive, but I'm not stupid.
They look to Troy.
Troy: Well, I may be stupid, but I'm not trying to look like I'm not.
They all look to Pierce.
Pierce: Well, I may be a genius, but I'm not a lesbian.
Max furrows her eyebrows at him, while Alice slouches back in her seat and rolls her eyes. Britta scoffs.
Britta: Who cares about the crib sheet.
Max: Me, since Senor Chang is threatening to fail everyone.
Britta: That's my point. The real cheater is the guy threatening everyone with a zero.
Annie: You're right. It's so unfair. I'm already overwhelmed by my duties on the song writing committee.
Pierce: Are you a musician?
Annie: Eww. No, I hired a local composer. But he's quite the handful.
Pierce: Well, I guess that's your own fault.
Annie: It is?
Pierce: You've got an accomplished pianist and songwriter sitting 3 feet away from you. I wrote the jingle for Hawthorne wipes moist towelettes. I would have done your song for free.
Abed: Troy could do the school song. Troy invited rap music, and he's related to Danny Glover and President Obama.
The group turns to him. Shirley is concerned.
Max: Are you sure about that Abed?
Shirley: Abed, have you been racist this whole time while I'm telling everybody at church what a sweet little caramel angel you are?
Troy laughed a little before leaning over to Abed.
Troy: Hey, man, that stuff I said this morning wasn't true. I was just messin' with you.
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