For Whom The Bell Tolls

It was the doorbell. NOBODY rings our doorbell at this hour (06:00) unless it's an emergency. I got down there and opened the door as Mark and Kenny came for backup. "How may I help you?" "Are you head of the D47 project?"

"So what if I am?" "I have some equipment you may find very helpful. If you can write down the names of coaches or athletes you have found resistant to your program, that would be helpful. I will see you at 10 am when your office opens, if that is alright?" "Uh, sure."

"Well, boys, that was creepy with a capital K."

"Guess who is going to work with me this morning?"

We arrive with the entire place in chaos. What the fuck is going on people? I expect ANSWERS, not babble!"

Well, this guy wanted this chair and then couldn't decide where he wanted it. "Fine, in my office, wall opposite my desk. You have 10 minutes to achieve that." "So, sir, what does your gadget do?" "It flips the part of the brain associated with hatred of gays,and modifies the area associated with diapers to make the subject more willing." "It doesn't hurt?""No sir."

"Get the wrestling coach in here now." "You cocksucking faggot, why aren't you in prison by now?" "We're just going to do a little brain test, then you can back to usual." "Let's begin." He made it out all right, and at least none of that bad language.

Also, oddly, if any of his wrestlers asked about D47, he made sure they signed up. Or any of his regular PE students.

Mark and Kenny thought we should do the whole athletic staff, and I reluctantly agreed. For one thing it would expose any child molesters. Everybody was clean, and also didn't hate gays, and loved diapers.