"Does this strike you as weird?"
"Many things strike me as weird. What 'this' are you talking about?"
"This this. The two of us as the sole members of the junior prom committee."
"Well, it's certainly not what I thought I'd be doing today but I don't know that I'd call it weird."
"We've never even been to a dance."
"It's not like it's a totally foreign concept."
"What about the fact that nobody showed up to help?"
"Maybe they all came to their senses and realized that school dances are an outmoded form of forced social mating that honors materialism and male posturing."
"You think?"
"No. It's more likely that they formed their own committee after we got assigned here for detention."
"That sounds more like them."
"They're probably meeting in a darkened room right now, going over renegade caterers and how to score a disco ball on the black market."
"Streamers and tulle that fell off the back of a truck?"
"A covert plan to liberate their choice of DJ."
"Viva La Prom!"
"I kind of want to go to that prom."
"Me too. Of course, we do have full reign here so we could shape this prom into something awesome."
"And crush the spirit of those rebel party planners!"
"Settle down, Noriega. Let's concentrate on keeping our own spirits uncrushed."
"I never get to have any fun. What's on the our list of doom?"
"Let's see, come up with an original yet timeless theme that embodies the true character of the student body."
"Which is more timeless, apathy or ignorance?"
"Toss up, really."
"Or the race to gain materialistic goods even if it kills you."
"You just want zombies."
"Who doesn't?"
"We're already in detention."
"Good point. Under the sea?"
"Under the sea."
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