The Class Etymology: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen

As aforestated in some post or another, whenever you have a quiet day on Rhichor 3rd, the; universe is saving up for something.

Therefore Cindy, who has lived there for quite some time, should not have been surprized when her X-files marathon (it's another story, okay?) was interupted by her roommate. Lisa entered the room with a dramatic slam of the door, stalked to her bed and flung herself down on the bunk, sighing theatrically.

"Don't talk to me right now." she told Cindy, who hadn't been about to. "I've just had the worst day of my life!" Lisa added, eyeing Cindy impatiently.

"Oh, why is that?" asked Cindy, who -having lived with a theatre buff for a year- knew a cue when she heard one.

"Because I just lost the part of my dreams! The part I've wanted since childhood! I've been kicked out of *MacBeth*!" Lisa sat up to grad the tissue box on the desk.

"How awful! No, Scully don't go into the warehouse alone!" cried Cindy.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. What happened?"

"Well it started a week ago, I got the part of one of the witches, I've wanted that since my parents took us to se it when I was six. They were the only part I was awake for.

"Anyway, everyting was going great until they got the set put up for our scene. It's a flat with lots of cobwebbing and peatmoss stapled to it, in the blue spotlight it looks really spooky, but the minute I got near it I started sneezing! All through rehearsal I could hardly get a word out, and my eyes were watering so bad I lost a contact lens. Finallty I told the director I just couldn't take it anymore. And he kicked me off the cast!" Lisa finished, throwing herself back down and blowing her nose noisily.

"He didn't" exclaimed Cindy. I hate you, Krychek, she added mentaly.

"Yes," sniffled Lisa. "He told me 'If you can't stand the peat, get out of the witchin'!"