>>88697072Now for some Doc Oc.
School desks were never built to be slept in. Somehow,that never stopped people. Particularly a teenage boy who'd spent the past night swinging around Manhattan in red and blue underpants.
"-ker! Parker! Wake up, Mr. Parker!"
Peter Parker woke with a start, which wasn't hard when you woke up to the sight of a metal, clawed tentacle. The tentacle wrapped on the desk and whirred in disapproval, staring Peter down with its glowing green "eye". From the back of the high school classroom, Peter could hear snickering and and a whoop of "Parker does it again!"
Peter sat there transfixed, as if someone had poured wet cement in his chair. Something was very, very wrong here. He just couldn't think of what it was.
"That is more than enough, Mr. Thompson," said the short and voluptuous teacher. The tentacle retreated as she approached Peter's desk. She wore sleek spectacles and a form-fitting labcoat. She was a petite, short-haired woman, but commanded respect through her sheer presence. That and the foursome of concrete-smashing metal arms. "Mr. Parker."
"D-Dr. Octavia!" Peter found himself saying. "I'm sorry, I had a-"
"Genius is no excuse for sloth, Mr. Parker," the doctor cut in. "I will not tolerate poor performance in my classroom, no matter who does it. Now, if you would be so kind as to answer my question: what is the alternative name for the value of six point oh two times ten to the twenty-third power?"
"Ava-Avogadro's number," said Peter. Easy one to remember. It reminded him of avocados. Much easier question to answer than why Doc Ock was teaching his high school chemistry.
"Congratulations, Mr. Parker. You are performing within my minimum expectations. See that you don't do it again." She focused her attention to the rest of the class. "Now, Avogadro's number, also known as a mole, serves as a-"
