The Netherwork: Grounds for Dismissal

The Netherwork: Grounds for Dismissal
The children performed this well. How old are they now, NBC?

(A schoolyard at recess. The network president and the principal observe the children at play.)

President: We were the first big studio to build a school on our site. It's a great convenience for the parents on our staff. We want their children to have as normal an upbringing as possible.

Principal: We do our best here, sir.

President: What's that game they're playing over there?

Principal: I don't know. (The children cluster on a hillside and stand there, facing two boys on the level ground below.)

Boy 1: (Pushing) It's my turn!

Boy 2: (Pushing back) No, it's my turn!

Boy 1: Rock, paper, scissors?

Boy 2: You're on. (They play.)

Boy 1: Rock smashes scissors. (Reluctantly, Boy 2 stands in the front row with the other children. Boy 1 takes position behind a broken sawhorse and sprays imaginary machine gun bullets at the cluster of children as they all fall down and play dead. They lie still for a moment, then jump up and run wild.)

President: That's a bit unusual, isn't it?

Principal: Perhaps. I can't imagine where they got the idea.

President: Call them to order. (The principal claps his hands twice and the children immediately stop playing, shed their coats to reveal uniforms, and speedily assemble into two perfect squares, boys on one side, girls on the other.)
  
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