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Sociology Office Hours | January 13, 2006

Grissom's actually sitting in the break area behind his office in the morning, with a rolling TV unit in front of him. He may be screening various ~~dirrrty~~ National Geographic specials purely for reasearch purposes.

He's also hanging out with his new spider that he's named Jerusalem, or just Jerry for short.

He then wonders if the spider likes the nickname, and thinks he could probably have one of the creature languages students try to translate and find out, and then his brain breaks into a thousand, itty bitty pieces, and instead he goes back to watching the ~~dirrrrrty~~ videos.

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Periods 1-4. Video time!

Blair knocks. "Um- Hello? Wanna sign the petition (http://www.livejournal.com/users/chasingangela/31244.html)?

Grissom reviews the petition carefully.

"Yes, yes I do," he says, quickly scrawling his name (http://www.livejournal.com/users/chasingangela/31244.html?thread=403468#t403468) down on the paper.

"Thanks, man! Have a poster (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a144/footontheground/gremlinrights7.png)!" Blair grins and waves, heading back out.

Grissom bites back a comment at how the depictions of the insects in the poster are grossly inaccurate, and instead stands up to stick it to the back of the door to his office.

"Good luck," he says to Blair on his way out.

[ooc: But they're so pretty!]

Ew, salad.

Marty comes into the room as Grissom is eating. "Dr. Grissom? Am I interrupting your- grazing?"

"I missed class the other night as I was setting up things for a Gremlin Bite Support group ~~gone horribly wrong~~ and I wanted to know how to get the lecture I missed and what work I needed to make up for."

Grissom just sighs, and rubs his temples.

"That's fine, Martin. What class are you in again?"

"Paranormal. I missed the second class. Sorry to cause you problems Dr. Grissom."

"No, no. No problem. We... ummm... Why don't you write me a quick essay on any film of your choice that depicts paranormal activity? Here's a pen, and a piece of paper," he says, scrambling to find both, and motioning for Marty to take a seat on the couch.

"Five minutes or so. Just to have something for my records."

"That's okay Dr. Grissom. I have my notebook with me." Marty said, sitting down at a table to work on his essay.

[OOC: Which I will post soon as I figure out something.]

[OOC: Don't think too hard! I was just thinking you could completely make something up, like no more than 100 words, but run with it if you want :)]

Five minutes later Marty has written his essay:

Knockerghost: The Movie
by Marty Blank

Knockerghost tells the story of your average suburban family who buys a house built over a graveyard. Instead of getting their asses out of the house when body parts and mucus falls from the ceiling, the family sticks around and lets their youngest daughter (who talks to the Knockerghost through the TV) gets sucked into the closet where some weird portal to the ghost world is.

In order to get their kid back, they hire this freaky hobbit Ed type woman who makes the Mom jump into the portal with a rope tied around her waist. (Because we all know what a great idea that is). Then there's a whole bunch of "Go into the light" crap and then the munchkin woman says that the house is clean. But anyone looking at all the goo on the floor can tell you it isn't.

The next day the house is swallowed up in the ground and the family checks into a hotel.

The End.

Sara's brought the leftover chicken soup to make up for the insult of a salad. Isn't she thoughtful?

She gives the poster a bemused look. "Kid's creative, I'll grant him that much."

He takes the soup from her quietly, mumbling a thank you.

"I'm from the non-violent school of gremlin warfare. Anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding," he says with a small smirk.

"And I really hate exterminators."

"The school wouldn't be as charming without the gremlins," she says, amused. "And I'm not certain the administration has realized that, if they were gone, something worse would probably take their place. Just the way things work."

"That's a lovely thought. Is there some sort of hierarchy for supposedly imaginary and obnoxious pests? Zombies rate a 7, gremlins a 3, psychotic leprechauns with hand grenades a 9?"

Blink. "Do we have to get rid of our Lucky Charms?"

Phoebe decides to come say hello.

"Phoebe, how are you doing today?" Grissom says warmly.

Phoebe smiles back. "I'm doing pretty well. How about you?"

"Long day. Long week. But surviving," he admits. "Did you need any help with anything?"

"How difficult do you think it would be to lure most of the gremlins into the woods until the Gremlin Busters are gone?"

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