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Does it want its little code? The Silly wantses the little override? Nay! Nay I says. The stupid little silly does not get the PIN to get into ENGL1700G. Not If I, Gimlock Cab, has anything to says in the matter! The little silly thinks it can register for four classes it wantses, but it is so stupid, so pinheaded. Foolish little students who wait until 9:02am to register for classes will never get the little override, Gimlock makeses sure of it!
The naive little dunce can write its little email to the professor, fine. It can pray all it wants. But it will never, never get into the Chemistry of Art, not over Gimlock’s dead body! The override codes I keepses! I keepses them all to Gimlock, and when the sillies come to me for help I laugh and giggle at them, for you see, their tomfoolery is my lifeblood. I feel each override request that the silly types, and I laughs. No classes shall I ever let the stupid ones into, though they tickle me so with their hopes.
Gimlock reads the little Stupids’ emails and laughses, imagining the tears of the poor little Silly. No Intro To Creative Nonfiction for you! If Gimlock wanted to, Gimlock could give the silly what it wantses, but you see, this is not Gimlock’s job, no, not Gimlocks’ job at all. Gimlock got tenure seven years ago, so Gimlock never has to be helpful again!
