2.d.xxi
The tech boys
were still huddled in the bathroom, sitting in various corners, as far from the
toilets as possible. A scout, venturing
as far as the door whispered in a hiss, “Something’s happening. Those poopy worm things are popping.”
“Then let’s
get out there,” the blazered tech boy yelled.
The tech boys jumped to their feet, ready to charge the door.
“Wait,” said
the scout, “there’s some kind of brown dust.
When the things pop it leaves clouds of the stuff.”
The standard
issue tech boys halted and looked around at each other, fairly certain that no
one would be venturing out until the poop-dust had cleared.
They all
returned to their various corners and took up brave, seated positions once more.