>Read Mizer's Evaluation
PROFESSOR LEXICOVERMUS:
FIDDLY-FIIIIIINE CHOICE! I SUPPOSE ANYWAY! I ain't judgin'! Just don't forget to patronate yer own local library, ya hear?! I threw ya a freebie, aaaafter all!
FIDDLY-FIIIIIINE CHOICE! I SUPPOSE ANYWAY! I ain't judgin'! Just don't forget to patronate yer own local library, ya hear?! I threw ya a freebie, aaaafter all!
The horrible bookworm flails like a windsock in a hurricane for a moment, then retreats into the book, which shuts loudly of its own accord and appears to collapse in on itself, leaving...nothing.
All at once, your mind floods with a meeting between the little doctor Phage and that grotesque, needle-headed Doctor Mizer. You're not exactly sure how this constitutes "reading" a "book" from "the library" but you no longer really question these things.
Doctor Mizer never makes a sound, but you can somehow infer the vague gist of what he's trying to communicate...and it kind of feels like he has more of an act together than his boss. "M-G-729390-00." Is that you? Will that be useful? Maybe you can ask Chip when you see him.
Before it fades, you note a series of unpleasant familiar impressions from Phage's "office."
Damp.
Musty...
A familiar little voice snaps you out of the vision, or whatever it was.
Doctor Mizer never makes a sound, but you can somehow infer the vague gist of what he's trying to communicate...and it kind of feels like he has more of an act together than his boss. "M-G-729390-00." Is that you? Will that be useful? Maybe you can ask Chip when you see him.
Before it fades, you note a series of unpleasant familiar impressions from Phage's "office."
Damp.
Musty...
A familiar little voice snaps you out of the vision, or whatever it was.
WILLIS:
Fern! FERN!!! Come lookit what I got!!!
Fern! FERN!!! Come lookit what I got!!!
