“I want answers and I want them now!” you say to Mimoshi-sensei while barging into her office with Jacque right behind you.
Mimoshi-sensei was signing some papers on her desk. “I take it you need some assistance.”
“Assistance my ass, what’s with the nursery doom rooms and baby tees and diapers?!”
Mimoshi-sensei stopped writing. “I’m sorry to have deceived you, but as you now suspect Milkroot is not an ordinary school. Our goal is to make certain young people big babies; to do this to things need to be done to you. First you must get fatter, a lot fatter; second we have to gradually regress your minds to the equivalent of an infant’s.”
“But why would you do something like zat?” asked Jacque.
“What we do is as much for your sakes as it is for our own interests. All I can say is that Big Babies are going to be much, much more common in the world and every student here will have a roll in that.”
“And you expect us to just go along with this?”
“It’s your choice.” Mimoshi-sensei said while taking out a weird looking gun. “You can either co-operate or you can both be disciplined.”
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