“What actual sort of prat loses their timetable?” Dave Carlisle laughs. “Well, clearly this sort of prat!”
“I am a worm,” you explain to him.
”I didn’t need you to tell me that, Epson.” Carlisle adjusts his pink tie and his beige collar. “So, Bae is going to print out a fax copy of the timetable for you? Did you know, I knew her aunt at Greenwich Poly back in the day? Between you and me, I had a bit of a crush on her.” He leads you into the paper cupboard and closes the door behind the two of you. “If that information goes any further, you will find yourself in this cupboard under very different circumstance. Do you understand?”
You nod.
He hands you a pack of paper. “Foolscap, you say?”
You nod.
”Your next COBOL class is on Thursday, by the way. Don’t be late!”
With a squeak of thanks you are off down the corridor again. (goto 30)