The antisocial D-tech was hardly one for logic, and he didn't undestand what was wrong with this little eel. He scowled, pulling a little harder on the boy's wrist, "Come on, you have to come with me. You can't stay here, I'll get in trouble." He was talking fast, and seemed confused. What in the? The tech nearly fell over when he heard another little voice screeching at him, and when he realized the source was running right at him, he nearly let go. Wait, this must be a test. A test from them. Using a weird little spin he had seen on the monitors from one of the battle classes, he yanked the little eel out of the chair and grabbed hold of a vase off one of the tables. "Don't you think I'm going to tell you anything! It's all in here," he shouted, tapping his head with the vase. Turning around quickly, he ran off toward his lab, dragging the little eel behind him.
