<I need to go too. I have an important test there.> Claxter said. He got off, demorphed, and left. <We'll run together later!>
He arrived on time to his next class to find his shorm, Fasool, there. <You skipped the last class? You've been doing so well.> He said.
<I can afford to miss a boring lecture like that. It doesn't pertain to me much. I take it you didn't?>
<As a future pilot, I would like to know how to disarm a spacial inhibitor bomb form my ship. Among other things.>
<Of course.>
They went in and took their spots.