So Summer was already having a bit of a
morning and was feeling like her weapons run weekend with her current space bestie could not come soon
enough, but she still had a class to deal with, which sort of made the fact that a petty and vindictive squirrel tried to usurp her radio spot with one of her own students. Troy seemed like a good kid, though, so nothing against him, she just felt a little bad that he somehow managed to get wrapped up in it.
Either way, it left her feeling like maybe she
should do a little more planning in advance for her classes for days like today, but she figured this one wouldn't be a
bad one, and it was still probably better than just sticking them with a movie, right?
"So," Summer started, as they gathered in the danger shop, which was set up to look like a appliance store, with things marked down to ridiculous prices, according to the signs, some of them even free, "today we're going to start with one of the lessons I have planned for you guys that have to deal with business
ethics. Because one thing you definitely learn when dealing with economics on a multidimensional level is that everyone
has them, but literally
none of them are the same, and something that's totally kosher and cool in one quadrant of the multiverse could actually turn out to be the most offensive thing you can imagine in a business transaction in another one. This just means that research is usually pretty important when you're about to embark on a new business venue, but sometimes, you just don't have the time, and you have to go in blind and hope you don't mess it up, and that's where having your
own set of business ethics can come in handy, because that's at least, you know, a
start.
"Today, then, we're going to see where you stand on a particular situation, see if your classmates
agree, and, if not, we can talk it out and discuss with each other on
why we feel the way we do about whether or not its right or wrong. And
please, keep it civil. It's only first period, and already, I have dealt with
way too many altercations and fights, so let's keep it that way.
"Onto our scenario! From here, I think I'll let our 'guest' take over. Everyone, please give a warm welcome to
Mr. Ants-in-my-Eyes Johnson."
And that was when a relatively normal, though somewhat sweaty middle-aged man who did, indeed, have ants in his eyes stepped forward to give
his schpiel [[CW for R&M clip, which means weirdness, gross humor, and, in this one, someone catching on fire
]]. "I'm Ants-in-my-Eyes Johnson, here at Ants-in-my-Eyes Johnson Electronics! I mean, there's
so many ants in my eyes, and there's
so many TVs! Microwaves! Radios! I
think? I'm not...I'm not a hundred percent sure what we have here in stock, because I can't see
anything! Our prices...I hope!...aren't
too low! Check out this refrigerator!"
He gestured toward a washing machine. "Only two hundred dollars!
"What about this microwave?" This, at least, was a microwave, though it had a sign that clearly stated 'Free!' on it. "Only a hundred dollars! That's fair!
"I'm Ants-in-my-Eye-Johnson, everything's black! I can't see a thing, also, I can't
feel a thing!"
This was when his wild gestures managed to bring his arm close to a gas stove that someone had turned on, catching little flames on his sleeve, because there were definitely people walking around and doing things like that and also just taking things. "I can't feel a thing, either," very clearly, as the flame was slowly creeping up his arm, "but that's not as catchy, as having ants in your eyes, so that always goes, you know, off by the wayside. I can't feel! It's a very rare disease. All my nerves, they...they don't allow for the...for the sensation of touch! I never know what's going on! Am I standing, sitting? I don't know!"
Summer, where did you get that bag of marshmallows and a few sticks, anyway?
"Alright, guys," she said, tossing those things on a table, "so here we go. We've got a shopkeeper blinded by ants in his eyes who is also on fire and oblivious not only to that, but everything else going on. What are we doing?"