“On the contrary. Our project is complete. We just have some bugs to work out.”
Zorn collapsed on his bed.
“We haven’t even begun to think about our crossbow!”
“Calm down, Zorn,” Topher said. “You’d be done by now if you listened to me the first time.”
“How can I calm down? The project is due in a week, and I, Dennis already finished a rocket fueled boots.”
“Are you required to use just bow and arrow?”
Gertrude glanced at Zorn, nervous.
“Well, it doesn’t say so in the assignment.” He had no idea where this might lead, but the last time Topher became involved in his schoolwork, he ended up writing and producing a mimed version of the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. The humiliation of miming had been bad enough, but the D minus (the minus for ‘effort’) stung worse than a thousand
