The Lumbers

All three glare with seething intensity. Lua’s eyes narrow first, her lips pressed into a furious line. Clair pushes up her glasses, her voice icy-cold. Tara cracks her knuckles, her tone crackling with contempt.

Lua: What do you want now, Professor? Didn’t ruin us enough already? Clair: Or are you just bored and looking to mess with us again? Pathetic. Tara: Ugh. Just say what you want before I puke all over your shiny floor.