“What do you think is going to happen when you accidentally kill someone because you didn’t get your biology degrees yourself?” I pull the phone away from my ear when he whistles. “Bold claims. Rein it in, little man. You make it sound like I didn’t think this through. What do you think the business major is for? Why mess with biomedicine when I could sit behind a table and order people around? You could never see the bigger picture.” “Then do it yourself.” If I spent less time doing his assignments, I’d have more time for shit I want to do.
Shame. It was Duke he beat up :(
