I do suppose that shouting isn’t too great. Not the best is it really? Quite negative to be precise. You know when you do something just so awful, and later just can’t recall why on earth you did that?
Like, a while back, not sure when…not too long ago, me and my friend (Thing Two to be precise) were in Chemistry, and the next thing I know we’ve both managed to drink a measuring tube full of ethanol between us. Not sure why...We like to think the fumes got into our systems, but, well, there is no explanation really.
Rumours spread like wildfire, right? But in this case it wasn’t really a rumour...it was kinda the truth, until one person had the idea that it’d be cool if we drank over a cup of it each. Ethanol remember? And that’s when the teachers seem to switch on. The school even added a special chemical (Not sure what it is…has slightly mythic properties) to make sure if any ‘miscreants’ decide it’s fun to drink they’ll throw it right back up. Yeah, hilarious. But the rest of that day was the worst.
Just waiting for the behemoth of a man to appear at his lab’s door was awful. So beastly it didn’t even cross your mind that he had a similar appearance to Mr. Potato Head. ‘Do you think it’s funny to do something like this?’, he bellowed, ‘Right, so how much did you drink?’. Naturally we just made about a centimetre between our thumbs and index fingers. But no, that was not good enough? ‘Ok, I’ll ask you again. How much did you actually drink? Come on, cough up you alcoholics.’ Right, so now we’re alcoholics. We then just about doubled the distance. ‘So, this isn’t working. Shall I get really angry? Shall I explode?’ Image of whale blubber and a foul smell is immediately induced, causing a flicker of smile across one of our faces, which is immediately translated to the other, then to him...but he doesn’t have a very ‘good’ converter you see.
A wave of anger seems to take him. ‘I can tell you right now, sonny, that laughing after committing an act you foul boys. I shall tell your mother!’ God, how loud can a man even begin to get? Ridiculous.
Basically after that we had to tell our parents, and clean down four laboratories ironically with Methanol. Burns your lungs that stuff does.
Rumours spread like wildfire, right? But in this case it wasn’t really a rumour...it was kinda the truth, until one person had the idea that it’d be cool if we drank over a cup of it each. Ethanol remember? And that’s when the teachers seem to switch on. The school even added a special chemical (Not sure what it is…has slightly mythic properties) to make sure if any ‘miscreants’ decide it’s fun to drink they’ll throw it right back up. Yeah, hilarious. But the rest of that day was the worst.
Just waiting for the behemoth of a man to appear at his lab’s door was awful. So beastly it didn’t even cross your mind that he had a similar appearance to Mr. Potato Head. ‘Do you think it’s funny to do something like this?’, he bellowed, ‘Right, so how much did you drink?’. Naturally we just made about a centimetre between our thumbs and index fingers. But no, that was not good enough? ‘Ok, I’ll ask you again. How much did you actually drink? Come on, cough up you alcoholics.’ Right, so now we’re alcoholics. We then just about doubled the distance. ‘So, this isn’t working. Shall I get really angry? Shall I explode?’ Image of whale blubber and a foul smell is immediately induced, causing a flicker of smile across one of our faces, which is immediately translated to the other, then to him...but he doesn’t have a very ‘good’ converter you see.
A wave of anger seems to take him. ‘I can tell you right now, sonny, that laughing after committing an act you foul boys. I shall tell your mother!’ God, how loud can a man even begin to get? Ridiculous.
Basically after that we had to tell our parents, and clean down four laboratories ironically with Methanol. Burns your lungs that stuff does.
Thing One
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