>>16830017>'Think to yourself, Augustine. This is for Calem, your sickly little stepson without a backbone, THIS IS FOR HIM TO GIT GUD! TO BECOME TRES BIEN AND ACHIEVE MAXIMUM SUPERIORITY. THIS CALLS FOR THRUSTING. BUT NOT JUST ANY THRUSTING. THRUSTING EXCLUSIVE TO THE MEN OF MY TIME. DIEU POUSSÉE!'And DIEU POUSSÉE he does, pelvic thrusting to the guidebook with force previously seen only by those lucky enough to encounter a bombshell like the professor. A type of pelvic thrusting so sacred, that only the professor's ancestors knew of the move, passing it on generation from generation until finally, it came to Augustine.
This god thrusting instigates a race between the professor and the mysterious challenger. Surprisingly enough, the challenger's speed rivals Augustine pretty well, making the young professor question whether or not he too has mastered the arts of DIEU POUSSÉE.
"DIEU POUSSÉE DIEU POUSSÉE DIEU POUSSÉE DIEU POUSSÉE DIEU POUSSÉE DIEU POUSSÉE!"
Even with Sycamore's masterful thudding, somehow the unknown challenger manages to catch up with him. The two place their hands on the guidebook at the same time.
"So...Has it really come to this? Deux hommes qui se disputent un livre?"
Sycamore's opponent nods, and reveals himself from the murky shadows of Borders' faulty lighting.
