I can write a two-page mini-essay on the first two chapters of Slaughterhouse-Five. Before midnight, preferably. Of course I can. With a thesis, and everything. No problem. Never mind that I don't understand shit about the deeper meanings/symbolism/general-English-paper-type-crap in this book. Easy as pie.
...I hate you, Ms. D'Amico. Lydia and Tari, stop laughing.
...I hate you, Ms. D'Amico. Lydia and Tari, stop laughing.