BeakerSqueedom
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- May 23, 2007
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Claudia:
Poor Eddie.
(Leaves a plate with doughtnuts, glass of milk, and a smiley-faced cookie at his door)
Bunsen:
Claudia, don't forget to write up that report.
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Claudia:
(Walks into her room)
Yeah. I didn't forget about it.
I'm just so tired.
I haven't had the time to even eat breakfast today...
Dr. Van Neuter:
That's why I made you some pancakes!
Claudia:
Thank you, sweetie!
(Blinks)
Why are they glowing?
Bunsen:
(Chuckles nervously)
It's a natural thing to see in pancakes, dearie.
Claudia:
Not falling for this again.
(Pats Bunsen on the head and gets into her bed)
Dr. Van Neuter:
Is that a library?
Or is it a bed?
I can't tell anymore.
Claudia:
Hahaha...I'm laughin'.
-_-
(Turns to page 222)
Beaker:
(Helping her out with homework)
Claudia:
(Groans)
And I've 3 more to do...
Bunsen:
Oh, I forgot to tell you...
The applicant will join next semester.
Exciting, isn't it?
Claudia:
That brightens up my night a little more!
(Giggles)
Beaker:
Mee?
Busen:
Oh, no one you know, Beaker.
(Smiles weakly)
Poor Eddie.
(Leaves a plate with doughtnuts, glass of milk, and a smiley-faced cookie at his door)
Bunsen:
Claudia, don't forget to write up that report.
---
Claudia:
(Walks into her room)
Yeah. I didn't forget about it.
I'm just so tired.
I haven't had the time to even eat breakfast today...
Dr. Van Neuter:
That's why I made you some pancakes!
Claudia:
Thank you, sweetie!
(Blinks)
Why are they glowing?
Bunsen:
(Chuckles nervously)
It's a natural thing to see in pancakes, dearie.
Claudia:
Not falling for this again.
(Pats Bunsen on the head and gets into her bed)
Dr. Van Neuter:
Is that a library?
Or is it a bed?
I can't tell anymore.
Claudia:
Hahaha...I'm laughin'.
-_-
(Turns to page 222)
Beaker:
(Helping her out with homework)
Claudia:
(Groans)
And I've 3 more to do...
Bunsen:
Oh, I forgot to tell you...
The applicant will join next semester.
Exciting, isn't it?
Claudia:
That brightens up my night a little more!
(Giggles)
Beaker:
Mee?
Busen:
Oh, no one you know, Beaker.
(Smiles weakly)