Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

[shisteer of nothing much]

That actually sounds quite fun. I'm not really feeling like writing either. I only got one thousand words done yesterday, so I have three thousand to do today.

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Will the monsters spread to other topics, Mr Verdauga?

Actually, zey've currently avready zpread tae ze lovezt levelz o' av o' ze Cellarz topicz. Und zey vill eazily mutate viz everybeazt zey infect, zae Verdauga'z attempt at ztoppin' zem 'az avready failed. *Vatchez oot ze vindov at zree Rakghoulz begin tearin' apart Margaret Thatcher* Ach... Ah guezz zey can eat iron taae...

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Oh dear. Okay, Ebby out (for now, at least ).

[Russa Nodrey]

M'kay, class dismissed. Run home and hide, kiddos. *Locks myself in a closet*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Miss Russa, I'm trying to do this project for our science assignment. Can I please work on it here? My little sister sometimes gets into things she shouldn't.

[Russa Nodrey]

*Peeks out of the closet* Sure, just board up the windows and doors so the rakghoulz don't get in.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Yes, Miss Russa. *boards up the windows and doors and begins working on project*

[Russa Nodrey]

*Tries to play the harmonica whilst huddled in the closet, but is unable to because I do not know how*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Oooh, I like the harmonica.

[Russa Nodrey]

I'm not actually a huge fan of the noise it makes, but it would probably be fun to play it.

Whatcha workin' on?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Huh, interesting. I love the noise it makes.

I'm making a bagpipe synthesiser.

[Russa Nodrey]

Oooh, interesting.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

*had left* *returns* Miss Russa/Mr Verdauga, how does one kill a Rakghoul?

[lass of something much]

*growls and pounces at Ebby, fangs bared*

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

*sidesteps* Chill, small frog. What's wrong?