Earth Zoology -- Pre-History Edition, Tuesday, Period 2

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The Danger Shop was back above water today, in a sandy sort of environment around a broad, very shallow river. There were a few leafy ferns scattered about, but for the most part, the plant-life consisted of tall thin trees with clusters or narrow leaves at the very tops.

( Dimetrodon and Earl and the Dying Ecosystem )

Arts & Crafts, Tuesday First Period

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There was glitter in the classroom. You could tell because... it was glitter. And glitter got fucking everywhere.

"Hey, welcome back. So glad everyone else is back to normal and not in some fucked up high school AU just like in all of my fanfictions," Wade said.

"In celebration, we have glitter!" Vanessa said. "And chemicals." Two great tastes that tasted great together. "I'm going to show you guys how to make glitter bombs, and Wade's going to show you how to make actual bombs." She said this like it was a totally normal topic for an arts and crafts class.

"So, the plan was an actual IED, buuuuut we don't want to be on some government watch list, now do we? I don't. I mean, the glorious Canadian-American War is only around the corner and I'm not giving you dirty bastards any ammunition," Wade said, getting out a bottle, a rag, and some flammable liquid together. "Don't set yourselves on fire, got it?"

"So for the glitter bombs," Vanessa said, "All you need is some tissue paper, some glitter--you could also use confetti, I guess--and ribbon. And you just put the glitter in there and tie it up and then throw it at someone you hate and want to have to wash glitter out of their hair for a week. Fun, right?" Yeah, zero effort, but sparkly zero effort. "And a Molotov cocktail is almost as easy and fun, right, honey?"

"Super easy, snookums!" That crashing noise was probably on purpose. "Well, fuck. Where's that fire extinguisher--fuck. Fuck.

Vanessa didn't have a healing factor, so she was standing well back. "Stop, drop, and roll, babe!" They were great teachers, really.

"I'm good! I'm good!" he shouted, disappearing for a moment in a cloud of smoke and the fire extinguisher... juice. "Okay. Keeping this on hand."

"To avoid a repeat of that we recommend you not set off your Molotov cocktails inside the classroom," Vanessa said, sounding almost like that had been a planned demonstration. "Save them for the next invasion. Maybe glue some glitter to the bottle. Whatever. Anyway, get to crafting."