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Bond was typing up the last of his notes for this afternoon's class, when he heard a clinking noise coming from one of his drawers. The one where he kept the emergency Scotch. As opposed to the regular Scotch or the emergency vodka.

Warily picking up a letter opener, Bond used a ruler to lever open the drawer. Unfortunately, he wasn't as quite prepared as he thought for the spring-loaded gremlin launching himself at his face, and as he threw up a hand to protect his face, he felt teeth latching into his arm.

[Establishy.]

Current Mood: sore

His class notes on his desk, Bond was spending his time before class trying to at least find out what the problem was with his damned heater.

He was in the middle of examining the air vent when his hand brushed against something small, green and with far too many teeth that were quite quickly latched onto his wrist.

Swearing, he jerked his hand back, shaking off the gremlin. He eyed the row of teeth-marks with a frown, then started looking at his outfit with distaste. "I say," he said, his voice suddenly a lot more booming. "This will never do. I shall have to fix this immediately."

With that he rushed off.

[Establishy.]