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Teaching Monkeys #1

While waiting for the new ship to arrive, the Captain keep on teaching the talking monkeys.

Monkey 1: Shall we study our notes or tutorials? Would it be enough if we only study those?
Captain: Yes, it will be more than enough if ye don't study at all too.


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Lazy students?

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