“I am a cool professor, okay? I’m like much better than the rest of the professors here, you just don’t appreciate me.”
“Yes, Yes and No. If that was the thing that was keeping me up, I would have left campus a long time ago. I’m happy most people got to see a glorious body that they wouldn’t have gotten to see otherwise.”
“Oh, I do. My drawer is full of love letters I’ll never send you, and, yes, they’re handwritten because I just appreciate you so much. The dislike I express towards your,” noncommittal hand gesture, “everything on daily basis is just a facade I have to keep up, but my heart bleeds when I see you around.”
“Listen, I really don’t care about what you saw because it was probably both illegal and disgusting, but this place should have a therapist if you need to talk it out.”
