“This school had better give me a raise!” Flynn roared as he retired the mop and sprayed liquid in the air with his spray bottle, right after turning into a more quiet section of the sixth floor corridor. To his dismay and horror, it seemed that he had to go for a second round to fully clean the whole floor. What was more curious however, was the fact that no one...no one has reacted to his outbursts.

Did the school close down for the day, and he missed the memo??! “Seriously, if these kids--”

But before he could even finish his threat, someone...or something made its presence known, latched onto his leg, and started dragging him forward, face down and onto the dirty floor. “WHAT IN THE--…LET ME GO! LET ME GOOO!” Flynn kicked his legs, flailed his arms about as he tried to flip over to see what got him. “HELP! ANYONE!!! HEEEEEEELP!”

Flynn lost grip of his spray bottle, leaving it behind on the dirty corridor as he continued to scream for help. “PLEASE! HELP ME!!! HEEEELLLPP!!!”