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Mad Thientithtth And How To Thurvive Them [week 02 - period 03]

Class was in the Danger Shop, and it was set up to look like a fairly typical mad scientist's laboratory. "Good morning, thudentth. Todayth lethon is on how to thurvive your mad thientitht himthelf, as oppothed to the whole mad thientitht lifethytle. Thothe who are differently morally adjuthted can have quick temperth and fly into a rage very eathily. If you're going to make it ath an Igor, you need to be able to move them patht it."

Igor stepped out through the door, but paused before clothing it. "When the Mathter thartth blaming you or throwing thingth, it ith not the time to plead your innocenth. Appeath, compliment and abathement are good trickth for thurvival," he told them. "Leth thee how well you do."

[ooc: ~~please wait for OCD, yeth~~ Got it! And as always if you just get thick of writing lithping, handwave it.]

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Grovellingly.

Edited 2008-07-18 05:39 (UTC)

Listen, talk, stare, whatever makes you happy!

Abasement soothes the savage scientist...

[Ping in here if you want a mad scientist to arrive and hurl maniacal abuse and possibly glowing green goop or bits of scientific apparatus at you.

Your job, if you choose to accept, is to soothe the scientist through whatever means you can. Grovel, compliments (the more over the top the better), abasement, lies, promises you don't intend to keep. Whatever comes to mind.]

Who didn't know he was TA until Igor nabbed him and said, "You're my athithtant. No need to call me mathter."

Though he's itching to get down to his warehouse.

There are some extra people helping out with this, because my fake time zone means I'm sleeping AND I stupidly scheduled like three IG things at the same time, but please be patient, and someone will get to you!

Jeff Murdock

Bender

Gavin Darklighter

Gavin was there....and a little confused as to how he got the job but still, hew as there. And practicing this lisping.

Jenny Sparks

Andrew Wells

Agnes Nitt

Rodney McKay

Agnes stared. And then shrugged. Well, if this was the class topic...?

It's not that different from dealing with Granny Weatherwax.

Agnes looked around for her mad scientist. "Marthter?" she called out.

"YOU! SPOKE! BUGGER!" The mad scientist came scuttling into view in a severe display of nigh-incomprehensible insults and thick, heavy glasses. He held a twig tightly, jabbing in Agnes's direction as he continued his diatribe. "What is this?! Can't you do anything right?! This isn't even oak! It's maple! MAPLE!"

It's a STICK. Does it really matter what kind?

"...Thorry, thir?" Agnes ventured. "It mutht have been dark when I picked it." She examined the twig more closely. "Well, perhapth there'th at leatht enough thap in it for tomorrow'th breakfatht?"

"Nevermind breakfast! You can't use maple for sentient wine, it's absolutely ridiculous, it's going to come out dressed in red and being polite!" He flailed the twig at her some more, stamping one of his feet. "I can't tolerate this kind of pointless-- foolbaggery, what will the Circle think? I'll be made a fool of! I can't have breakfast when I'm being made a fool of, you mindless tart!"

"The Thircle jutht don't underthtand your brillianthe," Agnes told him. "I thhan't invite them for breakfatht."

"Of course you won't invite them for BREAKFAST!" he raged, swatting at her head with the twig. "We don't have any WINE! IT'S ALL IN THIS PROJECT!"

Oh, I think we've got PLENTY of whine.

"Yeth, thir," she told him. "I'll jutht go inform them that they're not invited thtraight away. How much more oak thall you be needing?"

"An ounce!" the scientist declared, swatting again for good measure, "No, a pound! Five pounds! Fifty! ...Just get me some OAK!"

"Yeth, marthter," Agnes said, bowing and scraping her way out the door.

She wondered if she could find any poison oak outside the lab.

"And a broom! And some MOLLUSKS!"

The fire had gone out of the master's rage, however, and he found himself a comfortable chair to sit on and brood, Agnes forgotten.

Cimorene of Linderwall

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