[Today's courtroom has gone under some renovations.
The podiums are surrounded by an unusual red fence about four feet high. Beneath the students the courtroom has been re-tiled in a gaudy blue and yellow. The walls are a chipped seafoam color, likely the cheapest paint at the bottom of the Sherwin William's bargain bin. Nothing matches. Everything is a careless mess. The person who created this has clearly lost control of their life. There are toys scattered around, some only half-constructed. In fact two of them might look familiar to the students.
Another was their former Housemaster... But Monobear's out of commission right now. His head has been removed from his body, revealing all of his inner wiring and circuitry. Nuts and bolts lead away from him to the seat that the bear would usually occupy. In his place there sits a familiar student, tinkering with Monobear's head.]
Ugh, blast. The damn thing never did work quite right.
[He sighs, tossing the head carelessly to the side-- giving up in typical Pickles fashion.]
Guess I have to deal out your punishments myself. Time to pay tribute to the alpha male, kids.
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The podiums are surrounded by an unusual red fence about four feet high. Beneath the students the courtroom has been re-tiled in a gaudy blue and yellow. The walls are a chipped seafoam color, likely the cheapest paint at the bottom of the Sherwin William's bargain bin. Nothing matches. Everything is a careless mess. The person who created this has clearly lost control of their life. There are toys scattered around, some only half-constructed. In fact two of them might look familiar to the students.
One graced half of the items in their kitchen during their seven-week imprisonment.
Another was their former Housemaster... But Monobear's out of commission right now. His head has been removed from his body, revealing all of his inner wiring and circuitry. Nuts and bolts lead away from him to the seat that the bear would usually occupy. In his place there sits a familiar student, tinkering with Monobear's head.]
Ugh, blast. The damn thing never did work quite right.
[He sighs, tossing the head carelessly to the side-- giving up in typical Pickles fashion.]
Guess I have to deal out your punishments myself. Time to pay tribute to the alpha male, kids.
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