
As the door burst open, 182 paled beyond his normal pasty complexion. Recognizing the "fingerpaint and nappies" ruler of the D-Corp teachers, he waved at finger at her, "You! You just compromised my security!
They could be here now! You've doomed us all!" He seemed a bit out of it, more so than he had been a few minutes ago, and behind his glasses a hazy look had come over his eyes. This was when he needed his alone time, alone with the designs and his "security system". This was 182 time, and they were still here. "Out! All of you, get
out!" He shouted, flinching a bit. Maybe they were
them in disguise.