Nobody likes a Brainy Smurf. It seems like every institution of learning has one- you know, one of those kids who in grade school complains to the substitute teacher that she's not doing like the regular teacher, who grows up to be that guy on the assembly line who complains you're deviating from the manual even if the manual is a piece of crap? That's our Brainy Smurf, a freckled piece of useless brat who'd look real good upside down in a trash can. In class on Saturday, Head Sensei reviewed him for rank. Batta and I are understandably peeved, but nobody listens to us anyway. I, meanwhile, had a review for the test, which...for some odd reason, keeps getting shorter. The time before, we got up to nijushiho, this time we got up to rohai-dai. Probably next class, I'll only review 27 movements. Bah! The good news is that Batta is now a yellow-belly, and joins Goth Kid and the other adult in yellow-bellied purgatory. I tell Batta not to be in a rush for orange, because Orangies are bad people. Take Brainy Smurf, for instance, who was an Orangie until Saturday. Now he's a dreaded Greenie. DEATH TO ALL GREENIES!
Oh, and by the way, Happy Sensei...
THIS IS THE HYPOGLOSSAL
THIS, ON THE OTHER HAND, IS NOT
THIS, ON THE OTHER HAND, IS NOT
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