"
Kurt's jaw dropped. "All of it?"
"Every last citizen and every last piece of concrete. A community
isn't an easy thing to build, is it? So we'll just bring along what
we've got."
"Including Wildcat Graham?"
"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?"
"What?" Kurt asked, scratching his arm.
"When did you become a mind-numbed robot? Why have you become
resistant to income redistribution?"
Kurt looked at Denny, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose.
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