[h2][color=fff200][i]Corrie Strickman[/i][/color][/h2]

[h3][i][color=fff200]The Warren[/color][/i][/h3]

Corrie stepped back a pace as the skunk began choking. Oh no! Would she have to do the Heimlich? Did she remember how to do the Heimlich? Was this enough of a mass discrepancy to decrease the efficacy of the Heimlich? And what was that frightening look on that lions face?!

Fortunately, everyone's excessive worry resolved itself in a few seconds. Then the students returned to the query at hand, seemingly trying to return to a normal conversation as swiftly as possible. Corrie thought about her reply for a few seconds.

[color=fff200]"Well,"[/color] the "hen" began, [color=fff200]"I have a friend on chess team. Evidently, uh- them folks are holding a living chess match event. Of course, it's not [i]my[/i] cup of tea. But my friend says chess can pique your- uhh, can be mighty fun for smart and thoughtful folks when you get past the initial intimidation. It could be interesting, and it would really help out chess team, and if you dislike it, well, it would require only a minute percentage of one's life expectancy."[/color]

Corrie blurted out the last run-on sentence at increasing speed and then popped a maggot bite into her beak just to stop it from running. She looked away from the skunk, happened to catch the lion's gaze, and then decided to make eye contact with the salt shaker. It was already awkward to ask the omnivorous classmate to help her out. Surely a lion had better things to do than chess - football, frat parties - and it felt like an insult to even consider including him in the request.