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fandomhigh2005-09-09 10:26 am
principalconnor.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2005-09-09 10:26 am
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Study Hall
"Welcome to the study hall for Friday, Sept--"
Principal Connor stops talking, raises her gun, and shoots at something in the corner of the room. Instead of a bullet, a net flies out and covers a tiny squealing creature covered in green fur. She picks it up by its ears and scowls.
"I thought you were supposed to be in the dungeons. C'mon, you little squealer. Back you go."
Principal Connor stalks off, the creature still dangling from her grasp. Over her shoulder, she calls out, "You kids might want to keep out for more of these stupid things. Their bites can make you do really weird things. Really weird."
Principal Connor stops talking, raises her gun, and shoots at something in the corner of the room. Instead of a bullet, a net flies out and covers a tiny squealing creature covered in green fur. She picks it up by its ears and scowls.
"I thought you were supposed to be in the dungeons. C'mon, you little squealer. Back you go."
Principal Connor stalks off, the creature still dangling from her grasp. Over her shoulder, she calls out, "You kids might want to keep out for more of these stupid things. Their bites can make you do really weird things. Really weird."
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It would be a shame to waste the flamethrower.