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It wouldn't be Beaker if there wasn't a big finish for the first session of class!

Cue the fireworks, inside, and a penguin band singing "Stars and Stripes Forever" and it was all very normal on a scale of Beaker until one of the fireworks sparked a penguin and then there was the running and the screaming and the explosions.

Which, frankly, was also very normal on a scale of Beaker.

Grab a fire extinguisher, gang, and get to work! We all learned the valuable scientific truth about not setting off fireworks inside.

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Did Beaker need to be wearing a dramatic opera cape for class today? Probably not. But it--and the various wine glasses in front of him--gave the class a clue about what they might be attempting.

...his explanation, all in meeps, probably didn't, but the hand gestures might help you to guess that you would be trying to get glass to crack purely based on sound waves.

And cue the record player with That One Song from ~~Phantom of the Opera~~ Tuneful Lurking Creeper With Issues. Beaker was meeping along, as high as he could get.

Today's class was going to be loud.

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Beaker had discovered Roombas!

...Beaker probably should never had discovered Roombas. He was stuck on top of one, meeping in alarm, as a small army of the vacuums careening behind him in some sort of demented army of small, circular robots.

The floor was spotless, though.

"Meep meep meep mee!" Beaker said, pointing to a Roomba, then at each student, "Meep meep mee meep!"

One of the robots extended the chainsaw arm that had 100 percent no business existing. "MEEP!"

Beaker tried to make his Roomba go faster. It would not, but one of the others had been modified to be twice as fast as regulation. And was now sort of on fire?

Well. We're halfway through the session. You cannot be that surprised by any of this by now, right?

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"Meep meep meep!" Beaker said from the front on his lab, surrounded by unlit sparklers, Mentos, and super glue.

This should go well. Travis, you ready? ~~If you are there?~~

"Meep meep meep meep!" he said, holding up a fistful of sparklers and beginning to superglue Mentos onto them. Did this seem like extremely dubious science? Yes! Was one of those sparklers inexplicably smoking already? You bet.

"MEEP MEEP MEEP!"

Guess who just noticed the fire.

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Dr. Honeydew had learned nothing from Travis' chat with him last week because Beaker was in the front of the lab today with a giant box labeled "DELICIOUS SNACKS (VERY SAFE) (NON-FLAMMABLE)."

"Meep meep meep meep meep!" Beaker said grandly, opening up the box and pulling out a giant glass container of paperclips.

"Meep meep meep mee?" Beaker muttered, tossing packing peanuts around as he found a piece of paper with, presumably, an explanation.

"Meep mee mee meep--"

Too bad you won't understand it.

"--meep meep," Beaker concluded after reading the letter aloud, then opened the glass container and put a handful of paperclips into his mouth. "Meep!" he said, sounding surprised and happy. He went back for more. "Meep meep meep me!"

Delicious edible paperclips! Who wouldn't want such a thing?

He hopped down from his stool with the paperclips, ready to hand them to everyone--because you all wanted to eat paperclips, too, right?--when his nose fell off.

"MEEP!"

He picked it up off the floor. "MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP!!!"

Today's new lesson: nose glue! Let's make some! Right now, even!

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Today Beaker was at the front of the lab in his lab coat, glancing suspiciously at a dozen small wastebaskets full of paper.

"Oh it's much improved, Beaky," a voice was saying through the speakerphone. "Fireproof paper! Your documents will never be in peril again!"

Beaker meeped dubiously, then disconnected the call and passed out one basket to each ~~victim~~ student.

"Meep meep meep meep meep mee!" he said, holding up a small flamethower, then pointing to the flamethrowers on each person's station. "Meep meep meep meep mee!"

He ignited his. "Mee, mee, meep!"

And then he tried to light the paper in his wastebasket.

Well.

At least the fire suppression system in this room was incredibly robust? Maybe some of Dr. Bunson's experimental paper didn't catch fire?

But it's Beaker's class, so the probability of you leaving covered in foam are higher than your normal class...

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There was a short, felt-covered Muppet in a lab coat at the front of the Danger Shop today. He hadn't been transformed from something else, that was just how Beaker looked.

"Meep meep meep meep meep!" he proclaimed, gesturing with his hands, then holding up one finger and reaching for a piece of paper. "Meep meep mee meep mee," he began reading, looking as annoyed as a person with non-blinking eyes could look. "Meep meep meep meep meep meep--"

This went on for a while. It was a legal disclaimer disavowing the school of all liability should the participants of this class catch fire, lose limbs, gain limbs, or turn into a new element or form of matter. Someone at the School Board had Learned Some Things from last summer's class.

"--meep!" Beaker finally concluded, tossing the sheet of paper away.

So, that was all terribly clear, right, class?

He pulled himself up onto a stool so he could be seen over the lab table. "Meep meep mee!" he said, pointing to the rain outside. "Meep meep meep meep meep!" He held up an umbrella and scoffed at it. Clearly this class would be able to make a better rain deterrant than a mere umbrella!

"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, pointing to a variety of objects that could--if you squinted--be used to make some kind of rain protection machine or outfit. "Meep meep mee!"

He dramatically pushed a big red button...and now it was pouring in the classroom.

No one was really surprised, right?

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"MEEP MEEP MEEP MEE!" Beaker said excitedly from where he stood at the front of the lab next to Miguel. "Meep!"

Oh boy, fire!

Miguel smirked. "Yeah, I have no idea, for the record. But today we're doing less explosions," at least theoretically, "and more straight-out fire." He grinned and waved at the assortment of items on the table. "We're building flamethrowers!"

Surely this would end well! "Meep meep meep meep meep," said the creator of the electronic sledgehammer, still somewhere on the island harassing wildlife, picking up what was probably the wrong end of something and holding it up like he knew what he was doing, "meep meep meep."

Miguel considered turning it around so the nozzle was pointing away, but honestly, what good would that do? Knowing Beaker, he stood a better chance of not hurting himself like this.

"A flamethrower has four things it needs: fuel, ignition, control, and an off switch." He was already betting to himself which one Beaker would forget. "And ideally the whole thing's fireproof itself, so you're not melting your hands." Right, Beaker?

"Meep," Beaker said, definitely not adding an off switch to his mechanism.

Yeah, that was the one. "So we've got a few different kinds of ~~moddable~~ potential tanks here, and you can choose a lighter, or matches, or...okay, I'm not sure how you'd make the rocks work, but go for it if that's your thing. Then there's tubing and nozzles. You can go for complex," he held up an actual flamethrower that looked like the military hardware it was, "or simple." He grabbed a lighter and hairspray can. "We're here if you have questions. ...Actually, maybe just ask me." Between the meeping and the Beakerness, that'd be the smart thing to do.

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--" Beaker screamed as the flamethrower--already too strong for his wee felt arms to control--shot him across the room.

Um. No one tell Joe from Legal about this.

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It was time to be back in the lab, kids! Aren't you excited?!

But first a word from Joe from Legal! "Plausible deniability," he intoned from the Skype call on the screen on the table. "I cannot see what Beaker has planned for today, therefore I am not legally responsible. You, however?" He threw back his head and laughed hysterically. "Different problem."

Then he disconnected.

Beaker didn't miss him. "Meep meep meep mee!" he began, pointing excitedly at a catapult device. BB-8 rolled up next to him, beeping in mild concern from under a huge stack of pizza boxes.

"Meep meep meep meep meep," Beaker explained.

"Beep beep beep?" BB-8 replied.

"Meep mee," Beaker agreed.

Aren't you glad that was cleared up, class?

"Meep meep meep meep," Beaker added, pointing to the blackboard, which had the word "VELOCITY" written on it. He then loaded a pizza into the catapult's bucket and flung it at the nearby wall. "MEEP!" he said triumphantly, throwing his hands up.

"Meep meep meep meep meep," he concluded, gesturing around the room to all the other things that could be flung at a wall. For Science!

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There were a few things to notice coming into the Danger Shop for class today. The first was a giant "MELT OR BURN?!" sign over a metal contraption with two giant flame-throwers rigged up to it. The second was a large robot with a metal arm holding a fire extinguisher.

Safety first, kids! Or third. Or maybe tenth?

Beaker stepped up to the table and began speaking. "Meep meep mee meep meep mee!" he began, holding up a not-terribly flattering drawing of Joe from Legal, who had had Concerns about this lesson. "Meep meep meep mee." Beaker's voice turned mocking. "Meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep!"

Joe thought something would explode, like that wasn't the entire purpose of Science! But Joe had insisted that Beaker pass on the word from Legal: a big piece of paper that read "DON'T", which he held up. "Meep meep meep meep meep," Beaker added, moving on and waving at Dum-E, who waved back with the fire extinguisher.

See? Beaker had other science-based friends well-versed in fire safety! Let's set some stuff on fire, kids!

There was a lovely selection of moddable items, including steel wool, marshmallows, metal pans, ugly sweaters, and that picture of Joe from Legal. Beaker had also wheeled in a chalkboard labeled "MELT" and "BURN" at the top to record the findings! Because if you wrote it down, it was science. If you set things on fire for fun, it was pyromania.

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Well, there wasn't a teacher in the front of the classroom currently, but there was a ~~cardboard box~~ machine with a bunch of important looking buttons on it it was meeping, so everything was probably fine.

After a few minutes the machine began to whir and smoke, slightly, and Beaker popped out of the side, meeping nervously.

He was followed by another Beaker.

And another Beaker.

And another Beaker.

And another Beaker.

Today's task, kids: fix the Multiplier!

Um. Quickly. There were now at least ten Beakers.

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This week, the class had a note on the door to get on over to the danger shop. Which could only be fun, right?

Right!

"Today is our last class this semester," Tony said once he deemed enough of the students were there. "So, we're going to go out with a bang. Literally in this case. We're going to blow some things up."

Really, Tony? This is why you're not a real teacher .

But he did seem pretty darn excited about it. "Who's up first?"

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"So, there are kids," Tony said once the class filed in. "That's a thing that happens here."

Why?

He cleared his throat, eying any additions to the class warily. Tony lived in his world and kids lived in theirs. And beyond saving kids from things, never shall the twain meet. "Jarvis is going to air some kids show that quite honestly looked to be mind numbing. So, enjoy that. Television, try not to use it to raise your kids."

Like Tony was using it right now.

Don't you judge him.

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"Okay, there was apparently a camping trip or something this past weekend." And a holiday, but that was less important to Tony. For reasons. "Which is interesting. If you like bugs and sleeping on a rock."

Hank.

"But it got me thinking, so today we'll be learning about how solar power works. It's pretty easy, we've been using this method to power satellites since back in the 50's. More or less."

And yet still not commonly used for most power usage. Huh.

"What we have are flat panels covered with photovoltaic cells. These are usually made up of silicon since the material functions as a semi-conductor for solar energy. When the sunlight hits these panels, rays make the electrons in the cells move. An electric field is then used to force that movement into a uniform flow of an electric current. We can syphon that off to supply power to batteries or an electronic device. Clean and efficient. Of course, the downsides include cloudy days when there isn't enough sun to get the electrons moving. It's best in sunny places. Not so much Seattle."

Poor, depressing Seattle.

"Okay," Tony said, clapping his hands together. "I brought in some small panels in case you wanted to give this a try. Might be able to charge your phone with it."

Maybe.

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"Alright," Tony greeted the clasd, clapping his hands together. "Weird fog and creepy guy is gone and we're back on track."

It was possible that he was under the influence of the fandom weirdness of the day. It was also possible that he just had a large coffee or five this morning.

The latter was probably the correct answer.

"Last week you had parts and hopefully a lot of time spent indoors to work on things. Today you're going to show what you managed to make. And don't worry of it doesn't work, genius takes time and a lot of failed projects."

Also burns. And a few instances of electrocution.

Ah, memories.

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"Last week involved selfies--I'm honestly not even surprised by that," Tony said once his class was there. "Thanks, Johnny."

He'd regret making you TA, but it could have been worse. Doom could have showed up!

Tony scratched his chin, frowning. "So, things are weird in town. How about we work on something productive that'll keep you in the dorms." And safe from harms way. He was like that, kids. "Each of you have a box of parts and some basic directions. See what you can build me in a week."

Well that was vague. And Tony should probably not treat this like something basic, but you know. Tony and robotics.

"And stay out of trouble."

Just like was prone to not doing.

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"Hey, everyone, guess what," Johnny said. "Too slow, I'm telling you. I'm your teacher today. I know, this is crazy, 'What's Johnny going to be able to teach me that I don't know myself?' That's the question you're asking. Or it's the question you should be asking. I'm not psychic, I don't know for sure."

"Anyway, the answer is 'practical use.' Beginning of the semester, Tony gave s fancy advanced phones that, guess what, I use for exactly three things. One, texting. Two, calling family. And three?" Johnny paused for dramatic effect. "Selfies." There were more things, actually, but anything else he could mention would probably be best to keep to himself right now, and would probably cause a scandal if his phone was ever hacked. He was counting on your security, Tony!

"So what we're going to do today is try to take the perfect selfie. I have a website here that I'm going to text to all of you.... There. Read that on your phones and get to work on your selfies. Your homework is to post the best one on Facebook."

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"Now that we're all safe from the seventies, it's time to get back into technology. That's not an 8 track." Tony had to shudder at the thought. "Today is going to be about touch screens and how they work. You can the out your phones if you want."

Only class where you'd hear that. Right here.

"There are multiple technologies that can make a touch screen display, but at the moment two are the most commonly implemented on the market. The first is called resistive touch."

He fiddled with his phone for a second before a holographic image to show what he was referring to.

"Generally, the bottom layer will be glass, the top will be thin, pliable plastic, with a fine wire grid between them. Sometimes there's a gel in the middle layer as well, depending on the application. The premise of this system is that when you push on the screen it contacts the grid, which correlates to that particular area in the system. It's not terrible, but excessive use tends to break down the physical parts of the system. Very annoying."

So dismissive, Tony.

"The second system is what's used on your phones, it's called projected capacitance. The idea behind this is to remove the components that wear down over time with use, placing the conductors--the wire grid from before--under the glass layer. A very thin layer of glass that allows the natural electrical charge the human body generates activate the conductors. Try using your phones with normal gloves on. It doesn't work because the fabric prevents the small charges from getting through. Don't worry, they make special gloves for getting around that. It's just a thin metal string in the fingers of the gloves that allows conduction. I had touch free displays all set up for phones, but apparently they were cost prohibitive."

Tony shrugged. "Business. Okay, homework. Homework, homework, homework. Um. How about you kids compare your phones to what we found on the cruise. If you didn't go... play Angry Birds instead."

It was a hardship, right?

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Tony was looking a bit... frazzled. Because there was something weird going on and he just knew it. As of yet, nothing was going terribly wrong with it, so he was mostly monitoring things.

And contemplating a trip home for a date or three. Maybe a very long workout ~~with Steve~~.

"Movie day. Hi." Movie day for all the classes, kids! "It's an episode of How It's Made that JARVIS picked."

After being told, something with science that's not going to get hormones going. Which, considering Tony Stark, was actually difficult.

"Hands to yourselves, got it?"

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