Note: This script was written before Krycek became the important person he is now.
Instructor: (Addresses a student fumbling for his notes) Now, what kind of light do you sit in?
Student A: Umm, half-light, sir?
(Pauses, gives creepy look to student. Student squirms, visibly uncomfortable. Instructor smirks)
Instructor: Why?
Student A: Ummm, because it really...(says as fast as possible, hoping his idiocy won't be noticed)...makes you look creepy.
Instructor: You fail the question. Your smoking license is revoked for ten to thirteen days.
Student A: (groveling)Please, sir, have pity on me! Guide me with your wisdom, let me see the Lighter!
Instructor: Keep that up and I may have to cast you as Krycek. You fail the "coolness under stress" test as well. Another 10 to 13 days!
(student collapses into ball on floor, weeping, terrified that he may be cast as Krycek if he doesn't pull it together soon. Instructor addresses another, more calm and collected student)
Intructor: Perhaps you can en-Lighter-en our friend, the Krycek-to-be. (sobs from the heap on the floor) What kind of light do you sit in?
(pauses a moment, bringing a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it. draws in the smoke, exhales, and begins to speak)
Student B: That depends.
Instructor: On what?
Student B: On how I want you to react.
(extinguishes the stub on an ashtray, with a perfect curl of smoke rising from the ashes)
Instructor: Very good. Confident, but not too arrogant, worded so that it answers the question but doesn't do anybody any good. Sufficiently cryptic, without being too obtuse. You've almost got this nailed, kid. Soon, we'll send you to take the tests for the board. See if you're ready for...sydication.
Get your own Free Home Page