Flug looked around the lab and gave a sigh. Not much to do. He had finished the invention he was assigned /two days/ before the deadline, which surprised him. He got under his desk and lifted a secret hatch, pulling out a book. He flipped through the pages of it and blushed lightly at every picture of BH he had drawn. He knew it was wrong, heck, he even said it 3 times a day! He began another sketch, but the door slammed open. Wanna read more? Check it out, and don't forget to be on the lookout for the sequel!