Famer's Story Writing Debating Tournament, Imabench vs Ren!

“Oh, come now, Franz, be serious!” Vickie’s eyes and tone weren’t admonishing as much as they were pleading, and they made the fur on Franz’s tail ruffle slightly. He hated to admit it, but he had grown rather attached to the girl, and he did indeed want her to enjoy the story as much as he wanted her to learn from it. “I am being serious, Vick,” Franz retorted, his eyes glinting. “You are not. You sound like Mom when she drinks. Monkey poop-throwing room?” Vickie pouted. “Of course!” Franz replied, “what else would you call his boss’s office? After all, that is what transpired in there.” Vickie commented: “I just don’t understand these strange jokes you make, but you always make them. What is the purpose of making a joke that no one understands, anyway, Franz?” Vickie inquired sourly. “Well, clearly, I understand it, so I wouldn’t call that nobody,” Franz replied cheerfully. “But, you already know the punch-line,” Vickie objected. “That makes it no less amusing in execution, my dear,” Franz answered. His pupils thinned. “Vickie, is it really that important? “Yes,” she stated resolutely, “it’s distracting, to listen to you say nonsensical things when I’m trying to learn sensible things.” Vickie was fifteen and attempting to learn Chemistry. By rather precarious circumstances, she became acquainted with a curious imp named Franz, who appears to her in the form of an anthropomorphic fennec fox, and who, by his description, “knows most things.” Accordingly, she challenged him to teach her what she needed to know for her upcoming midterm, and he was more than happy to oblige -- of course, with the intention of entertaining himself in the process. Thus, he decided to intersperse the concepts she needed to know in an elaborate story with twists both appealing to he as well as she (based on her habits, of course). Vickie looked at the CSI photo displayed on her iPad in her lap. “I never noticed that black lady is cock-eyed.” Franz laughed. “You silly girl, most humans are cock-eyed. Most everything is cock-eyed. Have you ever seen perfection? It’d probably scare you.” “I don’t like it when you laugh at me,” Vicky replied. “Relax, I’m not laughing at you. It was just a funny thing to say. She is about as cock-eyed as an ungulate, though, which makes it funnier.” At this, they both burst out laughing. “So, iodine helps the thyroid work?” Vicky asked after she calmed down. She rested the iPad next to her and lay back on her bed to get more comfortable. “Clever, clever -- essentially, it does. The thyroid uses iodine to produce hormones. That’s all part of the endocrine system,” Franz explained. “Why, of all things, do you know so much about humans, Franz?” Vickie asked. “What? You think you’re the only interesting human in the world, don’t you?” Franz asked, quite bemused. “Well… well, no…” Vickie replied carefully. “Anyway, and potassium related to hyper and hypokalemia.” “Right,” Franz confirmed. “Okay, so, that’s probably like, a tenth of my test,” Vickie said. “But, you have that much committed to memory, do you not?” Franz replied. “So, what, this is gonna take like,” -- Vickie checked her cellphone -- “ten hours?” Vickie answered, annoyed. “It just might!” Franz said candidly, “this is material you were supposed to have learned over the course of a… semester, right?” Franz affirmed. “Right…” Vickie responded dejectedly. “Oh, stop. I’m not your mother, I’m only teasing. Stop being so serious,” Franz pleaded. “You stop being serious!” Vickie countered, more annoyed. “I’m just teasing!” Franz laughed as he ran for cover, while Vickie attempted to whack him with a pillow. After Vickie calmed down and sat back down on her bed, Franz lifted his head so that it appeared to emerge like a sun rising on the horizon over the edge and then just hovered there. Then, he asked: “So, what did they tell you in the last family therapy session, now that you’ve told them you can see entities and whatnot?” Vicky paused. She didn’t like the constant shift in emotion that seemed to come with Franz. “I don’t know. They probably think I’m crazy.” “Naturally,” Franz replied. “Well, you realize, this is to your benefit, now that you know me. “How?” Vickie inquired incredulously. “Hehe, because, you might as well be a genius! Now, you have access to the knowledge of (erm, just about) everything!” Franz exclaimed. Vickie pondered this.