“We’re working on a sort of anti-digestion cream.” Rachel answers, holding up the beaker of pasty white lotion. “The school got tired of all of it’s male teachers getting canned, so they’re going to try to digestion proof them.” It takes you a second to realize that by ‘getting canned’ she doesn’t mean ‘fired.’
“I don’t see why they hire men at all.” Nancy grumbles, continuing to work. “Boys shouldn’t even be in school.” You quickly gather that Nancy’s not only a sexist, but that she’s not afraid of holding it back.
“That’s pretty ingenious of you two, though.” You say, impressed by the feat. “I mean, to create an anti-digestion aid is…”
“It’s not that tough.” Rachel says humbly. “The science has been there a while, it’s just that it’s not commercially available… you have to make them yourself.”
“I wonder why…” you say, thinking of how useful this aid could be.
“So that men don’t get a hold of it.” Nancy says stiffly with a glare at you. She stomps out of the room into some kind of chemical storage closet, beginning some sort of a rant about how awful it would be if men got a hold of the serum.
Rachel winces as Nancy leaves the room.
“Don’t mind her.” She says. “She’s just a little rabid. One of the ‘a man’s place is in the sewers’ types.” You nod understanding. It’s actually not an uncommon stance for girls to have this day and age. “So she’s a little pissed that we’re working on this at all.” Rachel adds. “Quite frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she screwed it up on purpose, but I’ve been double checking everything.”
“Okay, so you’re not as extreme as she is?” You say.
“Well, I mean guys are meant to be eaten.” She says as though it were universal truth. “No offense, but there’s no denying that. But it’s important to have guys around and I like to enjoy it when I eat them.” There’s a strange, tense pause here as you exchange glances. She’s not overly comfortable talking about this with a male teacher. “But she just want you all gone. She doesn’t even enjoy eating guys, she just wants them dead and humiliated.”
“Maybe I should watch out.” You say with a laugh. Rachel doesn’t laugh back as you both go quiet and Nancy reenters the room.
“Here.” Nancy says, handing a beaker to Rachel. She refuses to make eye contact with you even though you’re standing right there. “Mix this in and it should be done.”
“Are we going to test today then?” Rachel asks, pouring the liquid in with the pasty lotion and mixing it thoroughly.
“That’s what he’s here for, isn’t it?” Nancy says, once again acting as though you weren’t standing right there.
“Well I mean we could test it on rats or something first.” Rachel says.
Nancy gives a disgusted look to Rachel and says…