SPOILER!!: haha
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...wait...what? Paul blinked at the child…….a HUMAN compost?! That sounded like a horror film that would plague his deepest, darkest NIGHTMARES. Paul just….oh gosh. He was appalled again.
APPALLED. AGAIN.
“....Mr. Borze...Borze...Oliver! Do you know what compost is?” he asked softly. “Listen to your classmates….and what they’ve all suggested? What do you THINK compost is, m’boy?” Use those critical thinking skills, eh?
Why did most of the professors seem to have trouble pronouncing his name? It wasn't that hard. Bor-ze-kow-ski. Or they could even just say Thomas, that was even easier. But whatever, he didn't really care that much. At least they could all say Oliver.
Uh. No, he had not been listening to other answers. He looked toward his sister but she hadn't said anything yet. Did she know? He wanted to ask her, but professor Myers was waiting for an answer from him and probably would not appreciate if he asked someone else. Didn't he get any lifelines? Phone a friend?
"Um...food? But for plants?" Was that what people had been saying? He had heard one girl say gelatin. He didn't know that plants ate gelatin.