(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Mario games – you know who they are.)
For once I was in bed – and during these rare times, I have difficulty getting out.
And in most cases, I don't want to.
"Ludwig Von Koopa, you get your ass out of bed and in the shower and on the bus for school this instant or you're going in the dungeon to play Pit Boss when you get home!"
Yeah, like I can do all of that in the same instant, I sass in my own mind. I rouse myself and force my body to shower, transforming my Kooky hair into Ludwig van Beethoven hair.
I did not spend four months earning an accelerated Bachelors of Mad Science at Frankenstein University in the Bavarian Alps – as a toddler, no less! – to condescend to the level of my comparatively retarded siblings at the Mushroom Kingdom Academy. If Father – pardon me, King Father – did not insist that I attend grades K through 12 for the sake of "social development" (as though any of that might happen whilst being at best shunned out of jealousy and at worst physically tormented for that same reason!) I would have been a Dr. Ludwig Von Koopa a long time ago.
I grab a white chocolate Milka bar to eat for breakfast and wait with my idiot siblings for the bus (because my Father the King is too cheap to afford a chauffeur, and too lazy to drive us himself).
School is so insipid that my brain goes alpha just thinking about it. Insipid, know-it-all teachers. Insipid, poorly mannered classmates, including my own King Father's degenerate spawn – too immature to study, and too mentally challenged to understand the material even if they did. Insipid assignments that require an act of will to not procrastinate on (not that any rushed lack of quality will show if I do them at the last minute).
One more year, I whisper to myself.
Today my physics teacher makes an announcement: Professor Elvin Gadd is scheduled to come tomorrow.
E. Gadd was my scientific hero – or at least he was at a time during which I was immature enough to degrade myself with idol worship. My mantra now is to be the idol I would want to worship.
Anyway, this should be interesting. Perhaps, with E. Gadd around, I might have the chance to do some blabbing for myself instead of allowing the teachers to do all the blabbing as they normally do.
And I know exactly which invention to show him.