fandomhigh | Boom-De-Yada Science - Danger Shop, Wednesday, Period 1 [Week 11]

The students were greeted by a large open arena that may or may not have looked like a fully intact Roman Colosseum only with a completely flat and open centre. Something that was definitely not Roman was the Doctor, the remote control in his hand and the oversized (twice the size of a human) robot spider.

"Hello!" the Doctor said, looking far too happy about his toy. "Arachnids this week. Eight legs, definitely not insects since those have six legs but you could still call them bugs since that's all encompassing. No antennae or wings, the body is organised into the cephalothorax and the abdomen and the former is usually covered by an unsegmented carapace. All spiders are arachnids, but not all arachnids are spiders. You have scorpions, mites, ticks and assorted others that you can research in your own time. Anyone want to play with the robot spiders?" he asked, finally taking a moment to breathe. "There's a remote control for each of you on the table over there. You can figure out which one is yours. The legs on these spiders, though not non-robotic ones, are good for destroying other robot spiders. Last robot spider standing wins a chocolate bar."

His spider then skittered off to start attacking the others. Someone hadn't had his monthly destruction of property fix.

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Bobby made his spider rear up on its hind legs with the front four legs pawing at the air. "Oh! My brother and I had to go home for the week? My Mom wrote a note." He wedged the remote under his arm to dig in his pocket for said note.

The Doctor spent the time making his spider run circles around Bobby's, but he didn't let it attack. "Strange timing. Do you always go home in the middle of the semester?"

"I've never been away to school before," Bobby pointed out thoughtfully. "I don't know. Our uncle was - um - sick. Jack said we should go home."

The Doctor stopped playing with his spider and looked at Bobby. "Did he get better?"

"Not yet," he explained. "I mean, I don't really know. Mom doesn't tell me a lot. But she said we should come back to school, you know?"

"No, I don't. That doesn't sound very fair."

"I don't think adults always care about fair," Bobby pointed out. "They try, but they forget."

"I'm an adult," the Doctor protested, then realised he was wrong. "I'm not really an adult. I'm different. Your mother wasn't being fair."

Well, he wasn't going to argue that. "What are you? If you're not an adult."

"I'm whatever I want to be," he said slyly. "Adults, grown-ups, whatever you want to call them, have negative connotations. They're supposed to be responsible, hard-working, serious and always right, even when you know they're wrong. I don't do anything I'm supposed to do unless I want to."

"So what are you?" Bobby asked doubtfully. "I think teachers have to be grown ups."

"I'm a Time Lord." Oooh impressive.

"...which is still a grown up."

"Define grown up."

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