spacespacespace Welcome to VIOREL'S OFFICE. Inside, it is neat and tidy. A loud BOOOMING voice shouts down at you, and you can't find the source of it. Its Professor Viorel. But now, he is profusely angry. YOU DUMB WHORE!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME TO MY OFFICE!! Any fucking way, now that you are here, what do you want? Actually, whatever. House rules- be quiet, unless you have a question. Whats your question? Ask your question HERE. Don't touch anything. That includes my TROPHY CASE. Finally, if you have any constructive critism, you can leave it HERE. PLEASE leave now. I can't think why else you are here right now. You see a strange shelf to the right of Professor Viorel's desk. Its the TROPHY CASE. You gaze at the trophies. Viorel notices. Looking at them? Don't touch. They're precious to me. Don't even think about stealing them. I was a quarterback in the National League, long ago. Those days are passed, though. Broke my fucking back, that's all. You gaze at the trophies again. Touch the TROPHY CASE. Steal the BANDITS HELMET.