Nobody bought it.
Mad Irish Dave took exception, “These flyers are shining examples of excrement! What’s a …MAAAA-ster TEEE-cher?” He held the paper up to the light. “Looks expensive… all these fancy quotation marks followed by pretty quotes from dead wankers with multiple names like Oliver Wendell Bones and Ralph ‘Where’s Waldo’ Emerson.” He folded the paper sideways into an airplane. “Worth nothing but two kicks to me head,” and he flew the paper plane across the room, crashing into the wall and dropping on the floor.