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Nicholas Flamel · 09-26-2009, 01:57 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.

Tavelon had been inching his way towards Lord Borr to... touch him? Already having given him a hug, he wasn't relishing the idea of doing so again. But the word 'relish' came to mind a second time as from the center of the crowd came an eruption of greenish-yellow vomit. Backing away as if from a small volcano, Tavelon thought he had escaped when Berty Borr joined in.

This is what people must be thinking before a tsunami hits Tavelon thought.

Tavelon would have rather been in a tsunami, though, because this tidal wave was the foul expulsion of Lord Borr.

There was no escaping this one, and Tavelon was flecked with vomit (Though the human shield of his classmates kept him from the brunt of the assault).

Tavelon thought nothing disgusted him more than vomit, but being hit with it was worse.

09-26-2009, 01:57 AM	#297 (permalink)
Nicholas Flamel Jarvey Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: California, USA! Posts: 671 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tavelon Martimus Second Year	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. Tavelon had been inching his way towards Lord Borr to... touch him? Already having given him a hug, he wasn't relishing the idea of doing so again. But the word 'relish' came to mind a second time as from the center of the crowd came an eruption of greenish-yellow vomit. Backing away as if from a small volcano, Tavelon thought he had escaped when Berty Borr joined in. This is what people must be thinking before a tsunami hits Tavelon thought. Tavelon would have rather been in a tsunami, though, because this tidal wave was the foul expulsion of Lord Borr. There was no escaping this one, and Tavelon was flecked with vomit (Though the human shield of his classmates kept him from the brunt of the assault). Tavelon thought nothing disgusted him more than vomit, but being hit with it was worse. __________________