>>17115134http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBHx9S_gxoM"Listen Calem, I'm going to let you in on a little secret, and honestly--I won't be surprised if this shocks you, mon garçon."
"W-What is it...?"
"Despite ANY rumors you may have heard: Being the official professor of the region doesn't pay very much, si rien du tout.""WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?"
"SHH, quiet Calem! Your talking distracts my 5 MPH Hover Bro-Bile, what if we crash? Please think of these concerns before yelling!"
"O-Oh s-sorry..."
"Now, before you freak out again, let me explain: Yes. It's true. Being a womanizing professor with a schlong of solid gold is a fun occupation and all, but it's mostly non-profit, I don't earn much for passing out starters to kids or fondling the fine tushies of my younger students. No no, not a dime in my pockets. Calem my son, you can see how terrible this is, can you not?"
"U-Uh, am I supposed to say yes?"
"It doesn't matter. Anyways, as a result of this, I make money through various other means. Usually it's by a bulletin board of troubles, or perhaps Craigslist or whatever variation thereof exists in this world, I take on any odd job I can for any amount of money, no questions asked, usually sci-fi related to fit with my professor schtick. In other words, I am un dirty rat."
>'That should surprise me, but it kinda doesn't...'"So what? You just go around looking for stuff to do and people pay you for it?"
"Not necessarily, mon garçon. I do this seulement la nuit, so that no one finds out. I hope this explains why I always wear red socks Calem. You see, they are not easy to come by these days, the pair I wear now cost me approximately seven month's worth of alien disinfection and ethnic cleansing. Or, $1, 250, 000."
"FOR FUCKING SOCKS?"
"...They are cool socks, Calem."
A) "But why do you need *my* help?"
B) "Why did we have to leave my grills behind again?"
C) "...Can I have a pair then?"
