An O.R.D.R.L.I. catches sight of Sara Blood Jr storming down a hallway. The crowd is mostly silent, with some booing and some cheering.
DS: I thought we were done with the nepo baby for tonight!
She turns a corner and bumps into Mudir, literally, who has a newspaper in one hand and a pencil in the other, as opposed to the book about the Mamluk Sultunate last week and Sun Tzu's The Art of War the week before.
Mudir (readjusting glasses): Excuse me.
Sara Jr narrows her eyes, her nose and ears twitching as they did last week in his presence, and then walks past.
Mudir: Hang on a second. Perhaps you can help me.
Sara Jr (keeps walking): Not likely.
Mudir: I've been stuck on the crossword puzzle for ages, trying to find a strong four-letter word for failure.
Sara Jr (stops and turns slowly): Whaddyou say?
SDS: Oh no.
Mudir: It's quite a conundrum. I know so many synonyms: 'MISS', 'LOSS', 'BUST', 'FLOP'...
As he speaks, she stalks closer.
Mudir (not even looking at her): ... But it's the adjective, and I'm just not sure any of these are strong eno- (looks up, but still not at her) I know. (starts writing) S-A-R-A. (smiles) There we go.
SDS: Oh, come on now.
DS: Nah, I think he's got a point.
Crowd: Ooh...
She snatches the paper out of the Yemeni's hands and shreds it to pieces. She then stands over him.
Mudir (hold up hands): Relax. (squints and smirks) It's not like I'm talking about you.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!
SDS: Is he out of his mind?!
DS: The balls on this guy!
Sara Jr grabs him by his navy blue sweater and bares her teeth, letting out a deep inhuman growl. Mudir's brows raise, but he is not particularly bothered.
SDS: Don't do it, Sara! It's not worth it.
DS: Can't let no one about your mom like that. Do it!
The statuesque Staten Islander cocks her fist back, but then she stops and lets him go before taking a deep breath. He just fixes his sweater.
Sara Jr (studies him): You know what? Who da hell even ARE you? Three weeks you been hangin' back here, readin' some kinda bum books, tryna look all cool, smug, and smart. You ain't even done no wrestlin'. Not one time!
Mudir: On that last point, you are correct. As for who 'da hell' I am, you'll find out later tonight.
Sara Jr (brows furrowed): Whaddaya mean? You on tonight?
Mudir: Of course. After all, (takes off glasses) I'm a Thunderweight.
Crowd: Ooh.
She stands agape. He smiles. Her growl returns. He turns away.
Mudir (stops): Oops. I nearly forgot. (turns around, takes her hand and places his pencil in it. Smiles and looks up at her.) For your notes.
With that, he takes his leave. The pencil also takes its leave from her hand into a wall.
The feed ends.
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