"Of course." The secretary nodded before looking over some more paper work. "Your room should be number 133 on the first floor. I just remembered!" The secretary announced bfore typing somthing on her computer. "Yes. I just had to check that your training tools were delivered to your class on schedule."
"What kind of training tools?" you inquire.
"Live human babies of course." The secretary confesses bluntly. "With all the pregnancies this school produces, its little wonder that the students and even teachers can't take care of all of them. Instead of sending them off into the harsh beaurocracy of adoption centers, most mothers elect to leave their unwanted babies with the school. Its actually a win win deal. We get to cut back on ordering enough food and tools for all our students, and the students get mild discounts for each child they contribute."
"I see." You nod. "I suppose that's sensible enough."
The secretary smiled. "Glad you aren't one of those nutty protestors. We get those sometimes. In any case, the cart should be inside your classroom as we speak. Classes don't start for another hour and a half, but I'd recommend that you'd go to guard the babies so they aren't stolen." The secretary has you sign some final paperwork and sends you off on your way.
You decide to...
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