Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! | | SS Mischief Maker
Will entered the classroom, and seeing the professor, bowed respectfully (if not too deeply). "Good day, Professor. How--" a rank, putrid smell, like fish heads decaying in the summer sun on a sewer-contaminated beach, wafted up to his nostrils. "What is that smell?" he asked no one in particular.
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