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[numbuh_one]

[today, Nigel went to class, to find all the kids blushing and holding hands. His face falls, and he whispers]

Oh... oh no...

[he backs away slowly from the door, hoping that nobody will notice him coming or going.

And then he books it through the hall, dodging left and right to narrowly avoid the occasional drone girl throwing herself at him.

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[walkwaves]

[ I CHOOSE OPTION C. And by that I mean, Ian is lounging in a tree right outside of the school's front doors ]

A strain of what?

[numbuh_one]

[oh thank god, he got out. He heaves a huge sigh of relief, and finally looks up at the....

oh jeez what is that anyway.

But maybe it can help! Nigel is obviously a bit shaken up from being inside such a hotzone, though.]

C...cuchitisinal... Octo-Ögi... Tetra...Infecto... Epi...Stracticaucus!!!

[walkwaves]

In layman's terms, please.

[numbuh_one]

COOTIES, MAN!

THE SCHOOL IS OVERRUN WITH COOTIES!

jlfdhsl;sd that icon

[walkwaves]

I have no idea what that means.

best icon forever

[numbuh_one]

[The boy heaves a long suffering sigh]

It's a disease. The symptoms are everywhere - red faces, acting all lovey dovey ....

If it continues, everyone in there is done for!

[walkwaves]

Acting all-- sounds to me like it's mating season. You're certain it's a disease?

[numbuh_one]

Kids don't mate! That's disgusting!

[walkwaves]

I suppose you are rather young for such things, aren't you?

[numbuh_one]

Yes, of course. Anyway, those are just side effects.

I heard if it goes unchecked?

Your heart will explode.

[walkwaves]

That sounds rather serious. Is there a cure?

[numbuh_one]

It's called a "cootie shot."

I don't have any medical training, or else I'd be finding a way to have it administered immediately.

[walkwaves]

I'm afraid I'm no help to you there. Do you suppose this is the work of the town?

[numbuh_one]

It's got to be. Cooties don't just spring from nowhere... they must have released some kind of infected specimen.