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Mad Science and You, Tuesday, Period 3
Topher was very, very excited about teaching class today, you guys, okay? Very. He strode right up to the front of the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like an underground tunnel -- with, randomly, a desk with a spinny chair, because Topher had mostly just wanted a spinny chair -- the way it might have been depicted in a movie from the sixties. Very strange.
"So, Mr. Tomoe isn't here due to doing something I didn't bother to read in the email," he announced. It was true, he'd pretty much stopped reading after the part about having to take over class. "Anyway we're doing science. Or talking about science. Something. You all get maskswhich look too creepy for me to link to a picture, but they're radiation masks and they cover your face, the end."
He waited for a whole fraction of a second before waving his hand urgently to demonstrate that everyone should put them on. God, class, way to not pick up on things.
No, the masks really weren't necessary. Especially "underground." But wasn't it fun to pretend?
"So, the world's been radiationed and none of us are dead yet, congrats," he began, hopping back off the desk and starting to walk around the front of the room. "I think I would get expelled if I led a class on actually bombing things, and also I am not an expert and Ace isn't here not that she's an expert either, so let's talk aftereffects. As you can see, we're in a tunnel deep in the underground of what used to be... eh, let's go with Arizona, because I'm pretty sure nothing happens there. What are our survival strategies? Besides cannibalism. This underground tunnel has Hot Pockets."
Ethics class did enough talking about cannibalism, thank you. He was still scarred.
"And you may ask what this has to do with science," he added. "To which I say that I'm pretty sure only the really smart people, i.e., scientists, will make it underground instead of being distracted by, like, Jersey Shore marathons, so this is science and it's relevant and no I didn't just want to play with the masks."
Sure, Topher. Sure.
"So, Mr. Tomoe isn't here due to doing something I didn't bother to read in the email," he announced. It was true, he'd pretty much stopped reading after the part about having to take over class. "Anyway we're doing science. Or talking about science. Something. You all get masks
He waited for a whole fraction of a second before waving his hand urgently to demonstrate that everyone should put them on. God, class, way to not pick up on things.
No, the masks really weren't necessary. Especially "underground." But wasn't it fun to pretend?
"So, the world's been radiationed and none of us are dead yet, congrats," he began, hopping back off the desk and starting to walk around the front of the room. "I think I would get expelled if I led a class on actually bombing things, and also I am not an expert and Ace isn't here not that she's an expert either, so let's talk aftereffects. As you can see, we're in a tunnel deep in the underground of what used to be... eh, let's go with Arizona, because I'm pretty sure nothing happens there. What are our survival strategies? Besides cannibalism. This underground tunnel has Hot Pockets."
Ethics class did enough talking about cannibalism, thank you. He was still scarred.
"And you may ask what this has to do with science," he added. "To which I say that I'm pretty sure only the really smart people, i.e., scientists, will make it underground instead of being distracted by, like, Jersey Shore marathons, so this is science and it's relevant and no I didn't just want to play with the masks."
Sure, Topher. Sure.
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