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"I'm not going to lie to you, buddy. I think the handcuffs were a bit much."
Jake said nothing. He hadn't spoken a word since Michelle had walked into the principal's office to discuss what was being referred to as "The Incident." Even now as they drove away from the school, he simply stared at the mountains of Argentina, trying to make sense of the day's events.
"I suppose I don't even have to ask where you got them," she said. "Alex, right? I swear, one of these days, I'm going to hire a real babysitter so he can only corrupt you on holidays and birthday like a normal uncle. I just hope he has the key."
Aliens. It must've been aliens that took Ms. Estes, he thought. Why else would no one explain where she'd gone? What other possible reason could the school have for replacing her with what was a clearly a robot disguised as a teacher? Yeah, that made sense. The school's been working with the aliens all along! No wonder they were so quick to suspend him for the day. Any kid loyal to Ms. Estes is probably a threat to their awful plans.
"And don't take this the wrong way," his mother continued, "because I'd REALLY rather you not continue this kind of behavior, but if you're going to protest something by handcuffing yourself to something, you might be better off doing it to something like a radiator or a big heavy desk. Not, say, a large globe."
Michelle sighed and glanced at him in the rear-view mirror. "I know you're upset about Ms. Estes leaving so suddenly, kiddo, but acting like a jerk isn't going to bring her back."
Jake wondered if the aliens might have taken his favorite teacher ever away to Iceland. Iceland looked nice.
To be continued...
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The mid-90s retro craze is just around the corner, so we thought about getting a jump on it with this paleo-web design. But the public just isn't ready for it - or maybe they're too ready...
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240 B.C.E., XI'AN, CHINA.
Young artesian Li Tedg Rut finishes the first of what will be thousands of terra cotta figures, placing it for sale outside his shop, next to a sign that reads "ONE DAY ONLY! LIMIT THREE PER CUSTOMER!" Word spreads across the "Silk Road" and sales grow throughout the day. By evening, Li Tedg Rut has attracted the attention of Qin Shi Huang, and the Emperor agrees to fund a small warehouse from which shipping of the terra cotta army can be coordinated. Six weeks after that, the Emperor receives a small, cleverly-written scroll apologizing for the delay and offering him a special coupon code to be used with his next purchase of any style terra cotta figurine.
1590, VIRGINIA.
Colonist Ananias Rutledge is faced with a harsh decision. Wait for his countrymen to return from England with supplies? Or relocate to a nearby island to survive the winter? Ultimately he decides on the latter, but inadvertently discovers the power of clever copywriting when he carves "CROATOAN" onto a nearby tree. Soon all known civilization is buzzing about the strange-sounding word and donations pour in to the account of Bnanias Rutledge, Ananias' previously unknown identical cousin. Within the year, Bnanias retires rich! Sadly, Ananias is never seen again, but his word is fondly remembered to this day.
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