fandomhigh | Detention: Saturday, May 26

Jerry Sizzler and his sister, Jerry Sizzler, found their way to the Danger Room bright and early Saturday morning. They discovered the control panel and began pushing all sorts of buttons, and giggling like ... well. Like two clearly insane people, that's what.

There was a sign-up sheet near detention that was probably posted by someone not them, as it was coherent and legible.

~~Jim Ellison~~
~~Hermione Granger~~
Keladry of Mindelan
~~Sokka~~
~~Sam Winchester~~

When the students entered detention, they would probably notice that nearly the entire room was a rather bright shade of teal. Except for the slices of ham suspended from the ceiling. And the cube over in the corner that kept turning into a sphere, and back again, which was more of a reddish-pink. Along the back wall were two-foot-high letters wrapped in tinfoil, reading: SHINY. And every thirty seconds, a large drop of water fell from the center of the ceiling and landed on the floor, where it turned into a fish.

"Welcome to detention, pricks," said one Jerry.

"Yooooou have detention, you all have deteeeeeeeeention," sang the other, shimmying around.

"You have broken the rules and must be punished."

"Yes! For that is how we do things here in West Greenway!"

"We have programmed this room to take you to your complete and utter doom!"

"None will escape alive! None of you!"

"Except of course for you." Jerry pointed at one student randomly.

"Yes, of course. The Chosen One." The other Jerry nodded.

Both bowed.

"Now! Enter our pit of fighting and doom! Do it or die, you prrrrrrrrricks!"

Both Jerries laughed evilly. More crazily than evilly, really.

Welcome to Detention ... with the Jerries.

(~~You know the drill, babies, the OCD's a-comin'~~ It's up. Detention is now in session.)

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Sokka is now standing in an office. If he read the certificates on the wall, he might see the words "doctor" and "plastic surgery" come up a lot.

A very ... rattish sort of man is standing in the doorway, nose and teeth moving in a nervous tick.

"Have you seen him? Have you? He must be here! I'll kill him! I will!"

The piece of paper read:

Convince this man he is not a freak.

"Seen who?" Sokka asked, taking a step back. The man was seriously freaky, regardless of what the paper said.

"The doctor!" the man flailed, as if this were obvious. "I must see him now! I'll kill him! I'll do it!"

The whiskers? Probably not helping with the not-a-freak question, either.

"Uhhhh... Why? What did he do?"

"Look at me!" the man exclaimed. "I'm a freak! He did this to me! I'll kill him! Don't try and stop me! I'll do it!"

"...The doctor cast a spell on you? We can probably find someone to fix that."

"This isn't a spell!" The man was lisping a little, from the overbite and all. "He's a plastic surgeon! He said he was correcting my sinuses!"

Okay, that was probably a pretty wet sentence, right there.

"The doctor did surgery on your face, and made you look like THAT?!?!?" Oh, that made Sokka angry. You wouldn't like him when he's angry. "That doctor is ONE SICK FREAK!!!"

"No! I'm the freak! Look at me!" The man was jumping around exacerbatedly. "I'm gonna kill him! Where is he!? He has played God for the last time!"

"Okay, hold on. No. The DOCTOR is the freak. You're just unlucky. ... And kind of funny-looking, but we can get that fixed. The important thing is, we need to find the doctor and beat him up."

"No! I'm a freak! I'm a monster! Beating him up won't help! I have a wrench and I'm going to ..." The man stops short. "You don't think I'm a freak?! Look at me! I have whiskers!"

Sokka nodded. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And they magically grow back to full length when you cut them off? That could be a problem. But I'm sure SOMEONE should be able to fix that, right?

The man considered. "I didn't try cutting them off! Why didn't I think of that? You're a genius! I'll get a saw and hack my face back to normal! Even if it kills me!"

He turned to run out of the room.

"WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!" Sokka leapt forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Not a saw. Get someone who knows what they're doing to fix it right."

He shrugged. "But first," he said, with a smirk, "I'll help you beat up the doctor."

The man twitched. He was good at twitching.

"To the doctor!" he screamed. And ran out of the doorway.

At which point the room dissolved back into the Danger Room again.

Detention: Saturday, May 26

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