The lab is pretty much full from a class that ended an hour ago, the usual bantering and someone's radio playing softly, the lab tech, Brian, and one of the MET (mechanical) students are throwing a ball through the open doors of his hallway-shaped office.
Nick is just using the space to make some notes for his C language course, and really wishing he could have taken it sooner to use with the RTTY project, but electives have to fit where they fit. The consolation prize was BASIC on an IBM AT that was not dead yet, even had a neato batch file to shut it down gracefully and park the drive heads. He was about to pack up and head over to the PC lab when, who else, the plucky blond in his life strolls in.
"Hey fellas, how's those papers coming?”
The expected responses, haven't started, dog ate it, the computer crashed.
"Yeah yeah. Have you seen Al around? I needed to drop this off."
Brian the lab tech pipes up, "You can leave it with me or, better yet with the receptionist."
"OH up front, with the dean?"
"Yeah they'll get it to him."
"Cool, good to know, thanks."
She steps over to Nick's desk.
"Hear any good jazz lately?"
"Yeah but it didn't remind me of anyone."
This draws a scowl, and her flawless Brit accent,"I blow my nose at you, you silly English knnnniggett! Your mother was a shrew and your father smelled of elderberries! " then the raspberry while she tapps her head.
Then a male voice chimes in, "Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a pig-dog!"
Yet another voice, with perfect boisterous intonation, "We are the knights who say NNNNNEE!"
Followed appropriately with a chorus of random answering NEE from everywhere. Noreen just looks around beaming, having found her muse. Nick joins in but feels at disadvantage at being rusty with Python, hadn't seen Holy Grail since high school, the mythology teacher would show it just for shits.
Somewhere in the midst, the same screech, "How can you have spam, eggs, sausage and spam without the SPAM?"
Noreen: "BUT I DON'T LOIKE SPAM!"
And of course the resounding chant starts up, "SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM" and she marches out in time.
"Nick aren't you kinda seeing her?"
"Aww leave 'im alone"
"Boy you're gonna have your hands full."
Nick just grabs his notebook and bag and heads to the door, "Alright I'm gonna go talk to a computer."
The room explodes with laughter he can hear clear down the hall.