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“Two large coffees; would you like anything else?”
Yes, please: I would like three punches in the face. One for Smirkin’ Stalker Sue, for continually hanging around Les. One for Les (make that an extra large!) for continuing to string along these two dopes (and just for being Les). And one for Cayla, who you think would have more self-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, for continuing to be the doormat.
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Call security! There’s a creepy dude with a goatee wandering the halls of the high school! Oh, that’s right, that’s the head of the English department, Mr. Moore. He’s taken so many “impersonal days” that I forgot who he was.
We could never forget Mr. Kablichnick, the student-loathing science teacher. His student Big Mac is at risk of pulling a bad grade in science, which would get him kicked off the basketball team. This comes as no surprise, since what little we’ve seen of Big Mac suggests that he’s a complete oaf, on the order of Lennie from Of Mice and Men. But Big Mac is apparently a basketball savant, Westview’s “star center”…in other words, the Summer Moore of the boys’ team. With the girls’ team having gone down in flames, Bull is not about to see the boys’ team follow suit. But rather than admonishing his “star center” to get his academic shit together of suffer the consequences, Bull, the bully, leans on Big Mac’s teacher to issue a passing grade.
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Without Summer to carry them, the She-Goats make a hasty exit from “the tournaments”, while their pussywhipped coach ponders his team’s complete lack of depth and heart.
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As he struggles to stow Summer’s crutches in the back of their tiny Batiukmobile®, Les halfheartedly opines that maybe a basketball career isn’t in the cards for his daughter. Plucky Summer sees through his BS, and shuts him up with a non-sequitur which I’m convinced Batiuk found over at tvtropes.org. I was so excited when I saw this that I posted to the forums there, only to have the tropers dismiss me as a n00b.
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In the examination room, Dr. Patella (yeah, TB, we get it) seems to think that a torn ACL would spell the end of her young patient’s hoop dreams . “Yeah, well, knee’s blown, you’re done. Next!” Not so fast, Dr. Kneecap! This is Summer Effing Moore you’re talking about. Really, what doctor in this situation would immediately presume that their young patient would automatically give up sports?
Instead of “Dr. Patella”, I wish Les had taken his princess to this guy (who actually sort of resembles Dr. Tom Batiuk):
Son of Stuck Funky 
