Shop Class 5/01

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"Good morning kids and welcome to your final exam," Mac says sadly. "Before we get started I just wanted to say that you kids were great this semester. You make it easy and enjoyable to be a teacher."

Mac pulls out his remote and fiddles with it a bit and the class room rearranges itself so that there are multiple walk-in safes for everyone to use.

"Your exam today is that you will be tied up and placed in a safe which you will need to break out of. The safes are currently under construction so inside you will find various cleaning solutions and a toolbox. Nothing in the toolbox alone will get you out of the safe, but a combination of tools or chemicals should help you find a way out. If you want you can team up with someone or go it alone. Or even handwave it."

"Finally I'd like to say this is my final class here at Fandom High. I've had a blast teaching everyone and I wish you luck in the years to come."

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Re: Exam: [5/1]

[stykera]

Stark flailed a little at the idea of being tied up in a safe and stared at the safe warily for a long time. Eventually he sat down and got tied up. Then he was tied up in a safe and no longer able to flail. Once he accepted that he couldn't flail, thinking got a lot easier.

Getting out of the ropes wasn't too problematic. There were plenty of sharp edges to choose from on the SAK that would get rid of that obstacle. He even managed to utilize them without slicing himself in the process.

So now he was just in a big box and needed a way out. Been here before...

"Whattodo, whattodo..." He paused to glare at the roll of duct tape, which seemed to be completely frelling useless in this situation. Then he turned his attention to the cleaning supplies. There had to be something in here that would blow up. Of course, that might end up blowing him up too, so that could be a problem. Maybe something to eat through the metal?

So he started playing around with the cleaning solutions. After a few minutes he was giggling. Clearly having that many chemicals open in a poorly ventilated space was not the best idea. Eventually, even through all the giggling, he had something that seemed to be corrosive and applied it to the back of the door.

Then he waited.

Then he hit the back of the door with a hammer and watched as some metal fell away, revealing the lock. The lock was poked at with a screwdriver, and after much more giggling, he was free. And giggling.