Philosophical Hobbits From Hell

Okay. I get the picture. It's philosophy. The art of asking why. That doesn't mean you have to hold up my already overbearing 3 hour class on a Monday night so you can argue with the prof about the existence of Hobbits.

One thing that you should know, you loudmouthed little bastards in the front row, if the prof makes fun of the point you're trying to make by saying "You don't actually believe Hobbits physically live in this world do you? You do realize if you called 911 and told them Hobbits were in your house they'd come and take you away to a mental hospital?" that means it's a good time to shut the hell up.

I don't mind someone making a meaningful point or asking a question if either the prof asks or if they are having trouble understanding the content. However, if you intend to make some stupid argument that you're bound to lose anyway (he's a flippin' Philosophy prof and you're a first year student) every time the teacher tries to explain something, you're going to receive death threats from all those in the class who just want to hear the lecture. It's a 3 hour night class. We want to go in, learn our share, and get home ASAP.

I won't do anything rash if you continue. I'll merely sit back, roll my eyes, and discuss your ignorant attention getting techniques with other students. Other students who absolutely loathe you.

But, I must admit, though I'm not likely to do anything rash, others might. The guy with the pierced eyebrow who dresses in black and sits directly behind you may just carry a shiv. And, after watching his reactions to your babbling, I feel he just might use it.