The preps walked into the room. A faint smell of smoke soon turned into a roaring fire in front of them, consuming one of their most esteemed comrades. but then, the sprinkler system sensed the smoke, and began raining down upon them, putting out the flames. "We're saved!" cried one of the preps, as he stuck out his tongue to playfully catch the drops of water. But he instantly spit up when he realized what he had been doing. The preps looked up at the ceiling to see that the sprinkler system was not spraying water. It was blood. Prep blood. There were preps dangling from the ceiling, an intravenous tube connected to each sprinkler. The preps looked down in disgust. Who could have done this? Who could hate them so? they were always so... so.... preppie. But as these thoughts ran through their heads, the doors sealed shut, and the lights dimmed. Suddenly, a well respected prep among preps dropped dead, a sporknf in his back. Two shadowy figures stepped up behind him. they were in trenchcoats, armed to the teeth with sporknfs. One of them said "Existence will last only as long as the ones with power allows it to." A prep stepped forward. "What's that mean?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. The other shadowy figure killed him with a sporknf. "It means," they said "that before you will leave this room, you will all be dead."