His brow furrowed as the gears in his head began to turn behind it. What was the best way to murder a teacher? He was not particularly strong, physically speaking, nor particularly violent. He was, however, particularly ruthless, if he wanted to, and brave, if he said so himself, and was there, by chance, any way to get a hand on that knife which-
“Uhm.”
Slampp turned his head. He blinked.
“Seriously?”
Fluttershy’s figure winced behind the portal that had spontaneously opened beside Slampp's chair. “S-sorry. I can leave, if you want.”
“No, it’s fine.” Slampp sighed. “What do you want?”
“Well, I’m here to help.”
“With killing my teacher?”
“Oh.” Fluttershy shook her head apologetically. “No, I’m sorry. You have to figure that out on your own. Or, without my help, at least. I, um, wish you good luck for that, though.” She stocked. “I, just, if you want to find the other one, you should know that... p-parts are always moving. Yes. They’re not in order. Also a, a, a, g, n, m, m, and, uhm, r. Uhm, that second-last one wasn’t a letter. Yes.” A shade of pink crept onto her cheeks. “Th-that was it, I think. Good luck with, um, killing your teacher. It’s, uhm, really imporant. But what I said is, too. Okay, bye!”
The portal disappeared. A distant part of Slampp RZJ’s mind that was more attentive than the rest urged him to grab his sheet, where he had already written down those stupid equations, and write down the letters.
“A, a, a, g, n, m, m, r,” he murmured.
“What was that?” His neighbor looked up. Frowning, he threw a look at Slampp’s sheet, who briefly considered if he should... but his neighbor seemed to look at the equations rather than the letters.
“Those aren’t right, you know? The first line has thirteen on the right, not fourteen, and the second one three, not two.”
With a slowly rising sense of discomfort, Slampp ZJ looked from the board onto his sheet. It was true, and yet he was almost certain that he had transcribed it correctly.
Something was wrong...