*bitchslaps self for wearing a white shirt into this room*
*retches at the thought of the Mocoto* :sick:
*waits till Prof is all covered with papaya goo then drops a tin of cornstarch over his head*
:scared: gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah the awful childhood memories of Gramma's delicacies! :scared:
*dumps blood pudding into Prof's shoes when he's not looking*
*drops a jellied tongue down his back and runs away*