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Adavance Courses in Mad Science, September 4th
The students had been handwavily sent notes that the Mad Science class would be taking place in the Danger Shop beforehand. Once they arrived, they'd notice that the place had been set up to look like a dark and foreboding laboratory in the basement of a large building. There were desks, but they'd been pushed to the side of the smoke filled room, leaving a foggy space in the middle. A man busied himself with a table full of test tubes at the front of the room.
Curiously, the teacher's head and shoulders were completely covered in shadows, despite the many fluorescent lights in the room. His glasses glowed white, and when he smiled, his mouth glowed a weird red.
"Ah, good afternoon students," he said. "My name is Professor Souichi Tomoe, and I'll be your Mad Science instructor this term. This course will be a bit broader than the one I offered over the summer, so those of you who are repeating students should be able to acquire some new knowledge this time."
He took a step forward, and the shadows parted to reveal a normal looking man with white hair and odd eyeglass lenses.
"So then, tell me about yourselves. Name, age, interest in mad science, previous experiences in dealing with monsters, explosions, and other unusual things done in the pursuit of the limits of science." That last one was a completely innocent question.
He listened as the students answered, before waving them off to the sides of the room.
"So, as a warm-up activity, today we're going to play Twister!" He motioned with his hands, and the smoke cleared from the room, revealing a large plastic Twister mat already layed out on the floor. "Evil Twister. Anyone who fails the game and falls to the ground will be forced to do karaoke."
Prof Tomoe turned back to the main desk, and pulled out a clunky karaoke machine that looked like it might have been made somewhere around 1994. There was a microphone coming out of the side, a couple of tape decks out front, a black star hastily painted on the top, and a mid-90s computer hard-drive connected via wires to the other side.
"This karaoke machine contains all the evilest music ever recorded," the professor explained, "from enka to country, to Celine Dion, to Morning Musume, to someone I'm told is named 'Fergie', and much, much more. Wh- If you fail at Twister, you are to hit the Random button, and perform whichever song it picks for the class."
The shadows fell back around his shoulders, and he grinned a bright red grin. "Good luck."
Curiously, the teacher's head and shoulders were completely covered in shadows, despite the many fluorescent lights in the room. His glasses glowed white, and when he smiled, his mouth glowed a weird red.
"Ah, good afternoon students," he said. "My name is Professor Souichi Tomoe, and I'll be your Mad Science instructor this term. This course will be a bit broader than the one I offered over the summer, so those of you who are repeating students should be able to acquire some new knowledge this time."
He took a step forward, and the shadows parted to reveal a normal looking man with white hair and odd eyeglass lenses.
"So then, tell me about yourselves. Name, age, interest in mad science, previous experiences in dealing with monsters, explosions, and other unusual things done in the pursuit of the limits of science." That last one was a completely innocent question.
He listened as the students answered, before waving them off to the sides of the room.
"So, as a warm-up activity, today we're going to play Twister!" He motioned with his hands, and the smoke cleared from the room, revealing a large plastic Twister mat already layed out on the floor. "Evil Twister. Anyone who fails the game and falls to the ground will be forced to do karaoke."
Prof Tomoe turned back to the main desk, and pulled out a clunky karaoke machine that looked like it might have been made somewhere around 1994. There was a microphone coming out of the side, a couple of tape decks out front, a black star hastily painted on the top, and a mid-90s computer hard-drive connected via wires to the other side.
"This karaoke machine contains all the evilest music ever recorded," the professor explained, "from enka to country, to Celine Dion, to Morning Musume, to someone I'm told is named 'Fergie', and much, much more. Wh- If you fail at Twister, you are to hit the Random button, and perform whichever song it picks for the class."
The shadows fell back around his shoulders, and he grinned a bright red grin. "Good luck."
Re: The Evil Karaoke Machine of Doom
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am