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((If you think that he's complex, you should see the Human Bio 101 class I got that from. sweatdrop It's a frick'n nightmare at times...))

"Uh, not exactly right..." Gatz responded. "If it were like that, I probably wouldn't be able to tell my head from my arse. It's more that the signal for sensations travel in a different manner than a human body..." A little light bulb appeared above the entity's head as he thought of an analogy he could use.

"Another way to put it is that the human system is DSL, while mine is wireless," he said. "If you wave a 'knife' through the cable, you'll cut the connection. If you swing one through the space betwen a Wi-Fi and a labtop, you hit nothing but air." He pointed to Shego.

"See? She seems to get it," he said with a smile. "And of course it belongs in biology--you asked a question about my 'body', after all." Done talking to Quint for a moment, he turned to Shego and smiled.

"... Driver's Ed, huh? Maybe I'll stop on by sometime, if that's alright. I don't tend to drive much, so maybe I could use a refresher course..."

Shego raised a brow, looking over Gatz for a second, "Refresher course? What, you forget how to drive?" She seemed rather unimpressed, but turned to Quint, "It's not anything complicated, your just thinking to deep into it.." She paused, "Actually, now that you ask, I was looking for the teacher's lounge" She smiled, "But it seems i've come across more people lounging in here."

"Not that's not fair.." He pouted in defense, "We weren't actually doing anything, no, but do you see anyone here?" He waved his arm across the room. He sighed however, she being right, "Teachers' Hall is down the stairs and the first right door after."

He was about to ask Gatz another question, but refrained until he spoke of people trying to kill him. "Hold the phone.." Quint looked toward his friend, arms crossed, "Why would people try to kill someone they would have to know is immortal? What'd you do, sleep with DuGotti's daughter?"

Quint drooped his head a little, his chin facing to the right. He had quite the confused look, that subdued by the interrogation he faced. His eyes darted back and forth, 'looking' at different events with Gatz. Passing though each, he became more disquieted at the fact of forgetting a part his friend's makeup.

Frowning from a corner, he looked back up to Gatz, sighing and shruging his shoulders. "No, I don't remember.."

"Mind refreshing me? I think I'd want to know that if something goes south.." Quint quipped with a grin, his eyes finishing their rolls.

It was a tad sad, but Quint had a lapse that he even had a link with the woman turned employer, but he attempted to play it off, nodding.

"True, too true. However, I don't think Roan is actually 'listening in': She's getting busy with the leader of this rebel group we took out, and I doubt he's having as much fun as she.." Quint chuckled darkly, semi-cutoff by the ringing of the bell.

"Second bell, yay.." His next class was his free one, so it'd be more of the same, "What classes do each of you have?"