Who promptly punched me in the face with surprising power for one so little.

“OW! What the He—”

Professor Woody shushed me, and said, “Not around the little one. Really, I don’t know if you’re sutible for this baby.”

At this he picked up the small sprout of a money, and started cooing into his belly.

I wanted to puke at this sign of affection, but my shirt was dirty enough as is.

I turned around and looked at all the strange machines, waiting for the Professor to stop making strange noises.

Hey, I woder what this button does…

Just as my finger depressed the rubber circle, Professor Woody looked up and shouted, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”