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Shop Class: [2/27] - Danger Shop Craziness

As the students enter the shop room, Mac greets them with a smile.

After everyone arrives and signs-in, Mac makes some adjustments to the remote control and the room turns into a metal scrapyard.

"Hey everyone. Welcome to Shop Class. Today we'll be doing another one of our Junkyard creativity excercises..."

*SLAM* *CLUNK*

Mac looks over at the doors to the shop class which have closed and locked on their own. "Hal? Could you open please?"

"I'm sorry Mac," said a monotone voice. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Apparently someone is very upset at you."

Five robots shimmer into existence around the group of students.

"Okay. This is not good," Mac muttered to himself. "Kids! Run for it! Get into the supply room! There's no holoprojectors there!"

[OOC: OCD ~~Threads a coming!~~ up!]

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"Throw your twinkie at them, Xander!" John really doesn't know why he said that.

One of the robots turns toward John hearing him call for an attack. He begins to march toward him.

Uh oh. "Hi Mr. Robot," John says, backing away. "Don't suppose you like Twinkies. They're wholesome and sweet and they fit right in your pocket. You don't kill me and I give you a Twinkie?"

The robot tilts his head at John and then raises his arm to deliver a punch.

"Hey buddy! C'mon, I've had a really bad week," John says before taking the punch and stumbling backwards. "Why are there no nice robots!"

Robots don't care about people's weeks. They only care about crushing things.

Or blowing things up.

In fact a laser blast is shot toward John from his visor.

"Holy crap!" John makes to dive out of the way, flopping awkwardly on his side. "Be nice!"

Sam winged a metal garbage can lid at the robot and grabbed a large shard of mirror.

The lid bounced off the robots head drawing its attention. It turns toward sam and shoots a laser at her.

Sam held the mirror up in front of where she thought the beam was aimed. Hopefully she got the angle right and it would reflect.

John, not knowing anything else, takes off a shoe and throws it at the robot.

The mirror alone probably wouldn't have done the job, but the shoe bounced off the robots head so it was just at the right angle to hit the mirro and bounce back to hit the robot in its chest causing an explosion.

"Yay shoe ninja," John cheers weakly. "Robots are mean."

"Nice shoe throwing, Tex," Sam drawled, then scouted out where they were needed next. "You have another one, right?"

"A shoe isn't going to help you with this Mr. Crichton."

A multitude of robots turns the corner, lasers firing.

From where Mac is being carried by Pippie, you could hear him shouting to get to the supply room for safety.

"Laser!" John, still on the floor, starts crawling towards the supply room, getting nicked with a laser on the way. "I hate school. I hate it!"

From where Xander's being attacked by a single robot, you can hear him yelling, "Holy flaming crap!"

"Get to the supply room!" Mac calls out where he's beng carried by Pippi. "We need to regroup!"

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Xander looks at him like he's nuts. Then shrugs, since what the hell - safer than throwing his stake, which is the only other really weapony thing he's got in his backpack. He thinks.

He throws a twinkie at the approaching robot, then drops down enough to ransack his pack to see what he does have.

The twinkie bounces off one of the robots. It turns and looks at Xander and marches toward him to attack.

"Note to self: don't waste good food on robots that can't appreciate it."

He rifles quickly through his bag. Survival kit stuff still in there: duct tape, knife, stakes, lighter fluid, matches, gum - though god knows what use that would be, compass, bottle of holy water, and of course more twinkies.

Shrugging, he apologizes to Jeff, God of Biscuits, as the deity most likely to care about such things, and pours lighter fluid over a twinkie. Then lights it on fire and throws it hard at the attacking robot.

The twinkie hits right on the visor of the robot blinding its sensors and crashes into a pile of junk sending a rain of metal parts towards Xander.

Xander ducks most of them, but ends up getting a nice bleeding scrape across his forehead and down the side of his face courtesy of the corner of a flying license plate. Ohio, 1979.

Wiping at his face to stop blood from dripping into his eyes, Xander scrambles away from the junkpile and towards the supply room.

"Xander! Over here!" (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/676188.html?thread=32222812#t32222812)

The robot took a few steps forward towards Xander, but slipped on the license plate and fell over backwards.

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