Due to the fact that I am really fucking bored, I'm now holding office hours. Come by to chat if you have a question about class, your homework assignment, or if you're just really fucking bored, too.
Comes in. "Er, Professor, I kinda have some really bad problems with my geranium! First of all, it's not natural for geraniums to move across the room on their own right?!" He appears generally worried, and is holding the plant in his arms rather tightly.
He puts it down, and goes to point at the leaves for some reason. "That's not the worst of it, every time I leave the rooms, by some feet it is near my cooking utensils, and it keeps developing these long thin holes in it's leaves..." he pokes a leaf revealing a long straight cut in it.
"It's possible... But still, you have alot of skills with the plants, I had to ask just in case. It just fits with what I've been reading it, and with this palce, you never know what has been charmed into acting some way..."
Crowley prodded the plant carefully. It didn't move.
"I don't know what to tell you, kid. I don't see any evidence of insects or disease. Apart from the unusual marks on the leaves, it seems fairly healthy. Let me try something..."
Standing, Crowley glowered at the plant intimidatingly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked the geranium. "Stand up straight when I'm talking to you, unless you're really itching to be compost." The leaves quivered a little. "What is this foolishness I hear about tools and moving around. This stops now or so help me I'll grind you into hampster food, paying special attention to each and every one of your blessed petals. I know you understand me, you little bastard, so just watch it."
He sat down again. "There you go. If that doesn't work then throw the plant away and come to me for a more obedient one."
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Date: 2006-03-21 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 06:26 am (UTC)"No. I gave out normal, non-moving geraniums. What the hell have you exposed it to? Put it on the desk and let's see it."
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Date: 2006-03-21 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 06:55 am (UTC)"I don't know what to tell you, kid. I don't see any evidence of insects or disease. Apart from the unusual marks on the leaves, it seems fairly healthy. Let me try something..."
Standing, Crowley glowered at the plant intimidatingly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked the geranium. "Stand up straight when I'm talking to you, unless you're really itching to be compost." The leaves quivered a little. "What is this foolishness I hear about tools and moving around. This stops now or so help me I'll grind you into hampster food, paying special attention to each and every one of your blessed petals. I know you understand me, you little bastard, so just watch it."
He sat down again. "There you go. If that doesn't work then throw the plant away and come to me for a more obedient one."
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Date: 2006-03-21 07:00 am (UTC)botherseek help from Crowley.no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 07:48 am (UTC)