Nucleo: Class, as you all know, Professor Crow and I recently visited the Geo Academy of Magic in the faraway land of Fa'diel. We were most interested in seeing how the facilities and curriculum compare to ours here at the Mage University of Grimmora. This is Geo here. As you can see, it's surrounded by a giant pile of toys, a smiling tree, a tree that keeps appearing and disappearing, and several large piles of skulls and bones. See those mountains in the southeast? Those popped up while we were visiting. You've gotta be really careful about where you step when walking around outside. Crow, unfortunately, learned that lesson when a city popped up underneath of him. I think he's still stuck on the roof of a building there. At least, that's where I last saw him. When you enter Geo's gates, you immediately come to an outdoor juice bar. There's a talking puzzle piece man here who told me I have a barrel in my soul. I do not know what that means nor do I know how he can tell. Strangely enough, the town seems a whole lot smaller when you're walking around the streets... This is the mall district. It has a shop and a café run by a teapot. This fine building is the Palace of the Arts.

Chance: *whistles* That's nice...

Nucleo: I visited the Principal's office. Those little robed statues seemed oddly familiar to me, though I'm not quite sure why...

Jack: Oh, I know why. I dressed up like that for Halloween three years ago. Unfortunately, the year we all decide to go as Final Fantasy characters happened to be the same year the "IMP" was the most popular costume amongst the younger crowd...

Cory: But we got twice as much candy as usual.

Jack: And twice as many lawsuits.

Cory: Not as many as when we all went as Trauma Center characters.

Lukyan: Or the year we went as the characters from Mean Streets and the Mook was the #1 costume:

Nucleo: Ahem, if I may continue... Here's the classroom. Today's lesson was being taught by Ms. Kathinja.   And finally, the school library, where I had a nice long talk with Nunuzac the Conjurer, who is represented by a magical talking circle because his body is trapped in another dimension.

Christopher: Cool. If my body ever gets trapped in another dimension, I want to be represented by the Chrono Trigger Brink of Time album cover.

Nucleo: It's a nice place, but the one thing that really stood out to me is that it is lacking one vital element that ALL prestigious educational establishments should never be without. By looking over those photographs, can any of you tell me what it is?

Jack: Uh, sorry, but I don't have any idea.

Cory: Well, it's got stores, a diverse competent teaching staff, and lots of books. What else is there?

Christopher: Could you give us a hint, Teach?

Nucleo: Take a look at the library again... Really it just totally blows my mind. I can't believe it could possibly have been overlooked. But it's true...   Look around. Not a single beanbag chair in sight. That's right. Not one beanbag chair! There's a teddy bear, a cactus, and a cauldron, but no beanbag chair. What is the world coming to?

Jack:

Cory:

Chance:

Christopher:

Lukyan: Well, you know, we don't exactly have a palace the size of Agrabah.

Nucleo: We got the better end of the deal.

Jack: But a palace that size could fit a lot of beanbag chairs...

Cory: Please, Jack, don't encourage him.

Nucleo: There weren't any in the palace, either.

Lukyan: There hasn't been any here since you ate the last one.

Nucleo: =( It was good...

Chance: I'm more concerned with the fact that the school is the size of a fucking city, yet it has a whopping ONE classroom.

Cory: And one that only seats 9 people at a time.

Jack: And has no chairs, either...

Nucleo: Aha! See? You agree with me!

Jack: No, wait, that's not what I meant...

Cory: It's okay, Jack. He's my father, and yet he's often way beyond my grasp of understanding, too.

Jack: I admire your stamina.

Nucleo: Well, class, does anyone have anything else to add?

Christopher: I think next Halloween, we should all go as the cast of 12 Angry Men. I'll be Juror #4.

Jack: Okay, but only if I get to be the guy who runs his underwear up a flagpole.

Chance: Uh, Jack, that was an "idea" he said to run up a flagpole. It's a metaphor.

Jack: Oh...nevermind.