The Plagiarizing Poet has struck again. How can this be? Was I not stern enough the last time?
It is (according to him) my fault. Did I really expect him to write eight poems?
(Tiresome excuses continue as Dax rolls eyes and uses body language to say, ‘Do I look like an idiot? Or are you one?)
Dax: Well, the good news is that we can now answer the question, “Am I passing?”
PP: Do you mean that I have an F?
Dax (palm itching to slap own forehead): Why, yes. If my math is correct, zero plus zero still equals zero. More
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