10 [VOICE--A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.]

[bestsweater]

[Brock has jacked the PA system. Well...more like persuaded Nancy to show him where it is and how to work it. He knows this is probably not allowed, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and there is a public in dire need of education. How is he supposed to get information to students and faculty who probably can't work their own

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[badasscopters]

[Goose wooshed right off to feast on many poffins. Oh, and to save one for later to carry back home.

There are probably poffin crumbs all over the front of your door now, Brock.]

[bestsweater]

[CRUUUMBS

Here comes Brock in his apron, wielding a broom.]

[volttackler]

[Hey Brock.

There is now a mouse in one of the poffin baskets.

Good luck with that.]

[bestsweater]

[THE POFFINS ARE MOVING. He digs through them a little bit until he finds the mouse. Ordinarily he would freak out and have to make all new poffins, but he doesn't want to jump to any conclusions.]

Um. Hello.

[volttackler]

[Squeak squeak, "Hi there, chuuuuu! It's you, Brock! It's me, Amp! Chu!"

Not that Brock would understand that, though, and thus all she does is crawl around in circles.]

[bestsweater]

[He is going to geeeently lift her out of the basket because as much as he likes that people are enjoying his baked goods, he can't really have mice crawling around in his baked goods.]

You like them?

Action~

[breaks_ground]

not an actual response to your action but it would be amusing if it was

[new_moon_prince]

[GO AWAY YOU MUTT THE RED ONES ARE MIIIINE Silver is going to go around the baskets, but only eating the red ones. Because apparently those are the only good ones to him.

And then in his exploration he noticed his dad was going to take one of his favorites and shove it down his gaping maw. What if that one was the very last one? What if he wasn't satisfied with that one and then gorged himself until the only ones left were Blue? The evil, vile disgusting blue ones.

So before Giovanni could enjoy his snack he was tackled by an irate puffball. Again.]

Re: not an actual response to your action but it would be amusing if it was

[breaks_ground]

Re: not an actual response to your action but it would be amusing if it was

[bestsweater]

Just then, Brock exited his dorm, apron and all, holding a fresh basket of poffins. He was not expecting a battle for the poffins already out there.

"Woah, hey, there are plenty for everyone."

[yellow_binesi]

[bestsweater]

[Was that

Was that an ice bat.]

[yellow_binesi]

[bestsweater]

[THE POFFINS ARE FROZEN]

You...froze the poffins.

[at Brock's Dorm]

[proud_soldier]

Gage had been hiding in his room since his transformation into a Golduck, until he heard the announcement. He decided it was time to act; he would not accept his new ducky fate.

Soon, at TD-34, a scratching noise could be heard on the door.

Re: [at Brock's Dorm]

[bestsweater]

OH BOY

VISITORS.

Brock, still in his pink frilly apron that most definitely said "Kiss the Cook", answered the door.

Re: [at Brock's Dorm]

[proud_soldier]

Greeting Brock was a very angry Golduck, sloppily dressed in clothing obviously not meant for him. He cut a positively Torgonian ridiculous figure, with his Golduck legs bulging from too-tight camo pants, and a military jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders.

It paused for a moment, glanced at Brock's apron, and then spoke.

"BROCK. WHY AM I A DUCK!?"

Oh wait, no, it said Quack quaaaack quaack quack.

Re: [at Brock's Dorm]

[bestsweater]

It was a Golduck. In clothes. And it was quacking at him.

"Um. Hello."