"School?", Tanya folded her arms and huffed. "I'll have you know that I have an honorary doctorate in aeronautical engineering!"
"INDEED. MASTER IS EQUAL TO DR. VANTYR IN THE FIELD OF-"
Tanya scowled and stomped her foot, "Vantyr is a hack!"
"BUT MASTER, WHAT ABOUT THE-"
Tanya pounded her fists against M23, blushing furiously
"-[i]Shut up, shut up, shut up![/i]"
"YES MASTER."
The man sat down on a bench and began eating a ricecake.
"Anyways, maybe I can just fix stuff for money."
"WHAT IS THERE TO FIX."
Tanya adjusted her glasses in a sinister fashion.
"When we're through with this place? Plenty."