Watch Me Turn Medieval

Jameson was just about to make the first incision when a cold chill unexpectedly crept up his neck.

He shivered and turned to his lab partner Prandi, a bookish Indian girl with owl-like eyes.” Is it just me or is it cold in here?”

“Actually, all the labs in this school must be maintained at a certain temperature in order for the specimen -“

Prandi’s dissertation was cut short by an impatient cough. Jameson sensed a presence behind him and the cold chill only intensified. He slowly turned around…

“Oh, hi, Sally is it?”

“It’s Sassy,” she said through gritted teeth. Her corkscrew curls were positively vibrating with her rage. He quickly reverted his attention back to the frog. “Um, is there something I can help you with?”

“Actually, yes, there is. You can give the Razr back to my friend.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yes, you do. Now, you either give it back, or you get to watch me turn medieval on you.” She was holding a scalpel in a manner that could only be described as menacing.

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