Nnoitora + Math = Insanity
Joey* sat at her desk, working on a very aggravating math assignment. I was sitting nearby, texting people. I was bored, and I looked at her.
"You done yet?" I asked, wishing she'd hurry up.
"No…" she said in a somewhat irritated voice. "Gah, I hate math homework!"
It was then that Nnoitora walked up, followed by his fraccion, Tesla. I rolled my eyes.
"Go away, Nnoitora. We're busy."
Nnoitora ignored me, looking over Joey's shoulder. He made an odd face, not recognizing the material.
"What the hell is this?" He mumbled, only half caring.
Joey shifted, annoyed.
"Homework," she muttered.
Nnoitora raised a brow.
"What?"
I sighed.
"It's something instructors at schools in the living world give out to torture us. They claim it helps us learn."
"That's stupid…"
It was then that Joey's homework lunged, attaching itself to his face. He pulled at it, ripping it off his skin. It hissed, flailing as it tried to go for his jugular.
"Dear god…" I murmured, fully aware of how deadly math can be. I still have nightmares of the past encounters…
Joey tried not to crack up, amused by the marks the math had left on his face. The math paper began to grow, and once it reached tsunami size, it washed over Nnoitora, devouring him. After a moment, it gurgled and retched, throwing him up. I busted a gut.
"You upset its stomach!"
Nnoitora glared as he dripped with its stomach acid. Tesla proceeded to rinse him off with a power hose.
"All clean, sir." He said as Nnoitora shook with rage. "Shall I dispose of this 'homework'?"
Nnoitora gave him a look that clearly meant yes, a dangerous fire burning in his eyes. Tesla picked the paper up with a pair of tongs, as it had returned to its normal size. He held it up, preparing to destroy it. Nnoitora leapt to his feet, brandishing a flamethrower.
"Where did you get that?" I asked, surprised.
Nnoitora ignored me.
"Die, dammit!" he shouted, then used the flamethrower on it. Afterward, a singed Tesla dropped the tongs, which were almost reduced to goo, and looked at his master.
"Wasn't that a bit much, sir?"
Nnoitora tossed the flamethrower aside, and Joey and I dodged the jet of fire it spat out.
"Who cares?" Nnoitora said in a dull tone. He walked away, Tesla following.
A few moments later, Joey and I erupted into laughter.
Clearly, Nnoitora and math homework didn't add up.
*name has been changed.