Fandom High School

The Danger Shop was once more a castle, (one that should look familiar, as it had appeared in the class a few times), and the students would find themselves standing on the battlements once they'd entered.

In the distance, winding up the road to the castle, a mob of angry villagers could be seen. And yes, every single one was wielding flaming torches.

Igor grinned as he faced his students. "All of you have the potential to make excellent Igorth. You performed each tathk I thet you, and you never quethtioned the morality of them. You jutht did your jobth. Thith ith our latht clath, and I underthtand final examth are traditional. Yourth hath only one quethtion."

He stepped to the side and gestured over the edge. The mob had arrived and were pounding on the doors; it would only be a matter of time until they broke through, and nothing in the castle would surive. "You are all Igorth, you have therved your matherth well, but now the flaming torcheth have arrived. What do you do?"

A door appeared out of thin air, leading out of the danger shop. "Remember what I told you, the motht important thing an Igor mutht remember. You can leave onthe you've anthwered." With a quick grin, Igor walked out the door, and it stayed open behind him.

[Pleathe wait for OCD UP.]

The Danger Shop was made up to look like a laboratory, with enough workbenches for each student. "Today," Igor proclaimed, as he led the class into the Danger Room, his lurching gait seeming oddly cheerful as a very mixed up looking dog pranced by his side, "you're going to try your handth at some true Igor handiwork."

"The pieceth you collected latht week have been thorted and cleaned, you'll find them on the metal trayth under the theetht. The trayth have your nameth on them. Today, you'll uthe the itemth in your thatchelth to create a creature from your pieceth."

He grinned crookedly and patted Scraps, who yipped a high pitched yip, then woofed a deep, booming woof, wagging his tail. "Thith ith Thcrapth, my dog. I made him out of pieceth. You might not be ready to create a dog, but I'm thure everyone of you can make thomething. Neat thitcheth and attention to detail and remember, you can't afford to be thqueamith if you're working for a mad thcientith. That way lieth a quick trip off the battlementth.

He waved a hand at them. "Off you go, and you can work in pairth or on your own, but keep in mind that next week, you'll be animating today'th creation."

Class was in the Danger Shop, and it was set up to look like a fairly typical mad scientist's laboratory. "Good morning, thudentth. Todayth lethon is on how to thurvive your mad thientitht himthelf, as oppothed to the whole mad thientitht lifethytle. Thothe who are differently morally adjuthted can have quick temperth and fly into a rage very eathily. If you're going to make it ath an Igor, you need to be able to move them patht it."

Igor stepped out through the door, but paused before clothing it. "When the Mathter thartth blaming you or throwing thingth, it ith not the time to plead your innocenth. Appeath, compliment and abathement are good trickth for thurvival," he told them. "Leth thee how well you do."

[ooc: please wait for OCD, yeth Got it! And as always if you just get thick of writing lithping, handwave it.]