a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
Last seminar had left him traumatic. With the YETIs, Liv fainting and the whole you know, actually running around. But this seminar was held in a class room so he hoped no YETI would be present.
Carlton marched into the classroom, looking around him curiously. SO MUCH STUFF TO TOUCH AND LOOK AT. He beamed as he ran up to the healer. Sup. "Hi Sir-healing-professor-Reed!" Again with the titles, he wasn't sure what to call him. Carlton walked around in circles around the supplies with excited little steps. He scanned ALL OF THE STUFF that was laid out on the table. "Oh, what's this?!" He poked it. "And what's THAT?!" He poked it. He spotted the safety glasses at the nearest bench. "And what are THESE?!" He quickly put them on. YES. "And THIS." 'This' being the apron that he was trying his best to tie behind his back. As soon as this knot was tied he was ready.
Ohh.... Scissors.
BEAM.
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