How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

Nicholas reached the end of the corridor, and stared down the next long dark hallway into which Pierre had vanished.
"Darn, lost him," he muttered, "So much for my great plan."
Sally, still sobbing slightly, sniffling silently, and slightly solemn, slowly stepped sadly southward, until she was standing by Nicholas.
"Now what?" she quizzed.
Nicholas failed to answer before the buzzer, or even buy a vowel.

Sally wasn't satisfied with such a lacklustre attempt to answer, and tried again.
"How will we prevent Pierre from plunging my parents into peril?"

Silence.
What a waste of a good piece of alliteration.

Obviously Nicholas's's brain was in shock. He needed something to jumpstart it, and the only person near enough to do so was, sadly, simple Sally.

Months of pretending to be dumb had taken its toll on her former massive intellect, to the point where now she owed at least 50 brain cells that she couldn't afford to pay. The chances of her coming up with anything smart were about as likely as a monkey developing a controversal scientific theory.

Lucky thing Charles Darwin came along then, isn't it.

Suddenly, and without warning, like Helen Clark in a tutu, something witty surfaced in Sally's brain, something perhaps witty enough to jumpstart Nicholas.

She opened her mouth, and spoke.

"George W Bush is an anagram for He wore buggs."

Nicholas sat silently for another few seconds.
Suddenly, his cheek twitched, a slight shudder ran through his body, and he looked up at Sally.
"Thats stupid."
Sally smiled.
"I know, thats why its so clever. Now, what are we going to do?"
Nicholas still looked shocked, but managed a smile.
"Elementary, dear Watson."
"My name is Sally," Sally corrected, "And this is actually a highschool."

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