"It’s a millimeter of keratin, Jade. It'll grow back," André said, tuning his guitar with a nervous eye on her.

Sikowitz froze, his eyes widening. "A broken nail? On the eve of our 'Physicality in Menace' workshop? This is perfect! Jade, use the phantom pain! Act as if you've lost a limb! Tori, play the indifferent wind! André, give me some 'Tragedy at the Manicurist' on the keys!"

Suddenly, Sikowitz burst through the back doors, carrying a tray of coconuts and wearing a Viking helmet. "Why is there no drama?! I can smell the lack of conflict from the teachers' lounge! It smells like... beige!" "Jade broke a nail," Robbie mumbled, wandering in with Rex.

"I have a nail file in my bag!" Tori offered, reaching into her purse.