"Hey, Jason, you finally made it!" Little Rascal sat in his seat and waved Jason over, then pointed to the seat beside him. "Hurry up! I saved you a great spot. We're in the front row, really close to the teacher. You'll be able to see the blueprints crystal clear!"
"Oh, okay, I'm coming." Jason seemed a little dazed. He set down the wrap in his hand, and Little Rascal took it. The moment he touched it, he said, "Uh, why's it a little cold? But that's okay. You know I don't like food too hot anyway. But why did your breakfast take so long? It's been almost an hour, hasn't it?"
"Uh, I..." Jason stammered. "While I was having breakfast, I ran into a professor. Professor Schiller."
Little Rascal looked surprised. "Did he give you a hard time? He didn't freeze you into an ice cube, did he?"
Jason shook his head. "No, nothing like that. We had a pretty pleasant chat, but right before I left, he suggested that I switch majors."
Little Rascal's eyes widened. "You don't want to study auto repair anymore? We agreed we'd invent cars together..."
"Of course I do." Jason sat down, slung an arm around Little Rascal's shoulders, and said, "I'm a loyal guy, you know."
Little Rascal brushed his hand away. "Come on, Jason. Like I don't know you? You don't actually like repairing cars at all, do you? I saw you sneakily fall asleep in class yesterday."
"That's not exactly it." Jason looked troubled. "But he said psychology could answer some of my questions. The strange questions I told you about before..."
"Oh, you mean stuff like poor people and rich people, where money comes from, that kind of thing?" Little Rascal scratched his head. "I've never studied psychology, so