"WWWHEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHOOHOOHOOHOOOOoooo!!" screeched the Professor, positively losing his already lost enough mind with excitement at the brand new student to his Very Important lesson.

"Eughhlacchttch blehggrenpf!" said Isaac, mustering the full power of his vocabulary to get the professor's attention.

The little bookworm calmed down only enough for his incoherent howls to form more or less intelligible words, which will be transcribed here a little more coherently than the reality. "HOWWWWWWDY DOODY SONNY BOY!!! YOU'RE UHH YOU'RE HERE FOR A NICE RRRREEEEEEAAAAADIN LESSON TOO I'LL BETCHA!! I'LL JUST, I'LL JUST BET...WHY JUST PULL UPPA SEAT HERE KIDDARINO!!! PULL...PULL UPPA...IT'S-IT'S-IT'S rRrrRRrRrRRRRREEEEADDDDDIN LLLLLLESSSOOOONNNNNSSSSS!!!"

"Ghefftenneppfff hroulbbs!!" babbled Isaac more frantically.

The professor whirled happily.
"HAHA!!! GENIUS!!! GREAT...GREAT WORK, LAD!!! WE ARE INDEEEEEDLY DOODLY IN A LIEBERRERRIE!!!! THAT'S SOME FIIIINE IMPRESSIVE SCIENTIFIMAGAL OBSERVATING, CLASS!! GOOOOLD STARS FOR EEEEEEEEEVERYBODYYYY!!!!!"

"SKLEPP!!" barked the slob monster, stamping one of its clawed feet. He already knew he was smart, thank you very much, but there were plenty of layers to accept all of his gold stars later.

HUUUUUuuuuuuuuhHHHHUHH?? WUH..." the professor's frantic twirling slowed a bit. "wwwWAIT...WHAT? WHAT'S THAT, BOY?! WHAT?! WHAT'S THAT!?! WHAT'S THAT, BOY!?!?"

A frustrated Isaac emitted noises that are even more difficult to transcribe, but somehow, something in the communication triggered something deep within the mental algorithms of Lexicovermus. Like a computer with a hidden back-up harddrive, a deeply buried pocket of clarity, some final leftover shred of near-sanity, began to stir.

"TROUB...TROUB...TROUBLE!?? TROUBLE DOWN...WHAT'S THAT BOY!!?!....THERE'S-TH-THERE's.....THEre's....oh.....theres....

trrrrrROUBLE DOWN AT THE OLD LIEBERRERRIE!?!?"



He halted suddenly, the thing on his hat taking a bit longer to cease its own whirling until it finally flapped to a stop.

"...I...I.............................I.... SSSSSSS....SSssSSSSssseeeee. I... wait...wait I SEE! I GET IT!! WHERE THE HECKAROONI AM I?!? WHAT THE....WHO WROTE THIS DISGUSTING "3" ON MY BEAUTIFUL BLACKBOARD!??.....WAIT....WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT WILLIE!?!"

"WHHEGGLETCHS" said Isaac, correcting him.

"...Oh. OHHHH. OH WILLIS! Wait...LITTLE WILLIS!? MISS TORI'S WILLIS?!" gasped the bookworm.

"Gyap" confirmed Isaac, and the professor's final two surviving gears at last clicked into their proper place.

He blinked, and the red drained from his bulging eyeballs. "...Oh. Oh, no. Good gravy. I...I really do remember. The Hospital. My Library. Oh, jeepers peepers, the conceptual range. Golly gosh, that is a PICKLE isn't it?! Rather Elephantine Gherkin, as a friend of mine would say! Okay. Shucks. I may not have very many layers of coherence to work with, here. Quickly; would you open a dsj))(VV|x communication channel for me? If I can thread that through a quasigel I should be able to open a clear channel for your buzzers and prrrRRROOOBABLY not implode hardly any of them."

Isaac nodded, knowing precisely what this meant as a matter of fact.

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PROFESSOR LEXICOVERMUS

*Ahem*, yes, is this thing on? Hello? THERE you are! I must apologize for this inconvenience and especially for any hypothetical implosions, but, ah, I'm afraid I may re-enter my more aggressive algorithms at any layer. You know how it is with existohazards and zonal conservation protocols, I'm sure!

Would you perchance be willing to participate in a potentially obtuse line of inquiry regarding your experiences over the previous, let's say, approximately thousand some layers?

If this is satisfactory, I should be able to organize some queries into this very layer before we proceed. You can of course posit your own questions, but it is of critical importance that I collect some data of my own, if you don't mind.






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