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9:06 AM
Basil returned to school and while wandering the halls, saw an unconscious student on the floor with a pair of clogs nearby. There was a vent that had been broken open. He could only wonder what had happened.
Basil had never cared for clogs of any kind. They gave him corns and so had no reason to care for them. Some clog hater must have… No, the guy had no clogs or any kind of footwear on. Whatever happened here must have been due to an unusual circumstance like the Tazelwurm going on a rampage or something. That was unlikely however.
What was he to do then? Go to the library? Perhaps. Maybe there was a pretty redhead for him to flirt with. He had a girlfriend, of course, but having a girlfriend had never stopped Basil from flirting with girls before but given his preference for strictly redheads, that meant he did not flirt with every girl he saw. Were he living somewhere with a large population of redheads he would be flirting with most of his female classmates!
What was there to read in the library? He had read many things, most of the things in the fiction section he had probably already read. He had read "The Three Musketeers" enough times to know the words like the back of his hand.
"Twenty Years After"? Maybe, he liked that sequel to "The Three Musketeers." "The Vicomte of Bragelonne: Tens Years Later" was good but due to a lack of Rochefort, his favourite character in the d'Artagnan Romances, he did not find it lacking. Ironically, the various adaptations titled "The Man in the Iron Mask" or some variation were, was the second most popular of the three romances but that was only because of the famous subplot.
He wondered what what's her name was doing. Venus he could definitely remember that name of, he'd never forget it but that second girl he had become involved with, what was her name? Pepper? Pashmina? Pamela? Pamela! That was it! Her name was Pamela! What was she doing right now? Sure, with everything she had done it wasn't a good choice but what other redheads were there for him to have fun with? At A. Nigma, obviously there was Venus but she was at a different school, still in the same area, but different all the same.
Maybe he could have made use of one of the computers? Maybe read a public domain book that wasn't on the library shelves? Now there was an idea.
"Basil!"
Basil jumped and turned. It was Brad. What did that pompous obnoxious spoiled brat momma's boy of a baboon want?
"What, Brad?" asked Basil, a look of complete disinterest upon his countenance.
"We need to talk!"