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LilFox06 · 09-26-2009, 12:07 AM

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Originally Posted by Berty Borr

Lord Borr had been SOAKING UP the praise and hugs and was feeling REALLY GOOD about this tangent his class had taken. It was what the professionals (LIKE LORD BORR) called a "teachable moment." HE WAS THE GREATEST TEACHER ALIVE!!!!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! One little boy had even went so far as to CLING TO HIS GREATNESS!! Lord Borr let him. Sweet, kind, giving Lord Borr let the little man get his FULL SHARE of LORD BORR.

But then Lord Borr was SOAKED IN VOMIT.

His sweet Melilta, sweet precious Melita, she tried to help. She did. She cleaned him up, offered him a cookie (which he'll be needing shortly), and really tried. But what happened next could only be described as this:

UNCONTROLLABLE PROJECTILE VOMITING

From his nose, his mouth, Lord Borr SPEWED the room with his stomach's contents. HE RAN AROUND, trying to get to that window but there was SOME GIRL IN THE WAY - so he turned and ran in the other direction...

STUDENTS WERE GETTING HIT WITH THE VOMIT. THE PROJECTILE VOMIT.

It would have been humiliating, like it was for that idiot girl that started all this, IF IT HAD BEEN LORD BORR'S FAULT. But, it was not. IT WAS ALL HER FAULT. Lord couldn't HELP that he had a weak stomach.

He fell down in the doorway, blocking the exit. Lord Borr landed belly first, sort of rolled and rocked to a stop on his mound-like belly, and laid there pitifully. Lord Borr did NOT like throwing up. HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO THROW UP! NOW HE WOULD JUST HAVE TO EAT AGAIN! LIKE HE HAD TIME FOR THAT!!!!!!

"I could use a cookie, Miss Melita, if you don't mind," Lord Borr, POOR LORD BORR, requested from the floor.

Thankfully Carter's hands had been near his face. He was able to protect his face... but not much else. He blinked slowly. GGRRROOOOSSSS!!!! What was going on?? He covered his nose, the smell was awful. He closed his eyes again not being able to bear the sight of whatever was on him, his desk, and everywhere else around him. This was pretty much the worst day ever....

09-26-2009, 12:07 AM	#269 (permalink)
LilFox06 Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: USA Posts: 11,152 Hogwarts RPG Name: Stuart Kynaston Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rome Keller Drechsler Gryffindor First Year	Sardine VIP \|\| Shark Attack! \|\| D A R T E R \|\| Captain Oblivious Quote: Originally Posted by Berty Borr Lord Borr had been SOAKING UP the praise and hugs and was feeling REALLY GOOD about this tangent his class had taken. It was what the professionals (LIKE LORD BORR) called a "teachable moment." HE WAS THE GREATEST TEACHER ALIVE!!!!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! One little boy had even went so far as to CLING TO HIS GREATNESS!! Lord Borr let him. Sweet, kind, giving Lord Borr let the little man get his FULL SHARE of LORD BORR. But then Lord Borr was SOAKED IN VOMIT. His sweet Melilta, sweet precious Melita, she tried to help. She did. She cleaned him up, offered him a cookie (which he'll be needing shortly), and really tried. But what happened next could only be described as this: *UNCONTROLLABLE PROJECTILE VOMITING* From his nose, his mouth, Lord Borr SPEWED the room with his stomach's contents. HE RAN AROUND, trying to get to that window but there was SOME GIRL IN THE WAY - so he turned and ran in the other direction... STUDENTS WERE GETTING HIT WITH THE VOMIT. THE PROJECTILE VOMIT. It would have been humiliating, like it was for that idiot girl that started all this, IF IT HAD BEEN LORD BORR'S FAULT. But, it was not. IT WAS ALL HER FAULT. Lord couldn't HELP that he had a weak stomach. He fell down in the doorway, blocking the exit. Lord Borr landed belly first, sort of rolled and rocked to a stop on his mound-like belly, and laid there pitifully. Lord Borr did NOT like throwing up. HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO THROW UP! NOW HE WOULD JUST HAVE TO EAT AGAIN! LIKE HE HAD TIME FOR THAT!!!!!! "I could use a cookie, Miss Melita, if you don't mind," Lord Borr, POOR LORD BORR, requested from the floor. Thankfully Carter's hands had been near his face. He was able to protect his face... but not much else. He blinked slowly. GGRRROOOOSSSS!!!! What was going on?? He covered his nose, the smell was awful. He closed his eyes again not being able to bear the sight of whatever was on him, his desk, and everywhere else around him. This was pretty much the worst day ever.... __________________ I'll Spend Forever Wondering If You Knew__________________________________ _____________________________________________I Was Enchanted To Meet You