"Who?"
"She's a senior at Tranquil High."
"Yes, if she's in town."
"What about Wendy Branwell?"
"Yes, her too," Denny said, placing his head in his hands.
"And —"
The door burst opened. Denny and Kurt turned to see Prof. Sigger enter wearing a white lab coat and holding a clipboard — a smirk borne of a thousand cut-throat departmental meetings perched cruelly on his lips.
"Allow me," said the latest recruit. "Due to recent vacancies I was offered a post… tenure track, of course! Let me interrogate this capitalist."
"I'm a capitalist," Denny said, sternly.
"Oh yes, yes," Prof. Sigger replied. He turned to Kurt. "Now, when did you first notice that you were being indoctrinated by right-wing ideologues?"