"I can't believe they let you teach."

It had been bad enough that he was in a navy blue polyester nightmare, but Anakin's problems had only compounded when he'd reached out to save what he'd thought had been several little green toys from falling into the pond on his way to the school.

"You saved our lives," they intoned in creepy unison, pattering along behind him. "We are eternally grateful."

"Really, it's nothing," Anakin said. "Go away."

"You saved our lives," they repeated in the same tone. "We are eternally grateful."

"Fine, fine, you're grateful," Anakin said, shooing them into his office and hiding them under his desk. "Now hide."

"You saved our lives. We are eternally grateful."

It was going to be an unbearable day, but the Dean of Students was in for all of your bitching about your uniform/new roommate/final exam needs.