Banderooge [standing in front of the desk of a professor]: I'd like an extension on my final paper, please.
Professor [sitting behind his desk]: You do, huh? What's your excuse? | |
Banderooge: I don't feel like doint it, that's all. I'm just not in the mood.
Professor: I'm afraid that's not good enough. | |
Banderooge: Okay -- my little brother threw up all over my original draft.
Professor: Very well -- take an extra day. | |
Banderooge: And we think he'll need chemotherapy -- can I have an extra week? | |
