"My old school? Oh, it was amazing! Y'see, you could look around, and actually see the lockers and the doors, and everything! There weren't giant sweaty walls of flesh wobbling around in the way!"
"Fewer giant sweaty walls of flesh, I see, yes." noted Mia, cheerful and unfazed, "What else?"
"People actually took things seriously. Here, everyone's always slacking off, stuffing their faces, acting like it's all just one giant social club for fatasses to sit around being fatasses makin' their ASSES fatter! My old school enriched the MIND, this place makes sure that the mind is the one thing that withers of malnutrition while your bodies EXPLODE!"
"You're very passionate. That's a good quality. You just need to turn it to something more MEANINGFUL. Life is like a vast, beautiful, endless beach, and--"
"...and everyone here is the beached whales?"
"Clever! But again, it's a waste to be clever and passionate, and then use those qualities for nothing but belittling others."
"It would be good for you to BE LITTLED!"
"...what?"
"Like...made littler."
"You were reaching with that." Mia observed with a mild smile.
And Cassie flashed a look which was either irritation or a quickly buried flash of amusement.
"Cassie, it sounds like you are used to things being more STRICT and STRUCTURED. Which is fine! But this is a more mellow and nurturing place. Rather than resent this place for being what it is, and hating those who thrive within it, you must find a way to co-exist in peace with them, and the environment in which you find yourself. You don't need to change, but you do need to stop expecting others to change, as well."
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