Jeannie paused mid word, her fingers hovering over her keyboard as she looked at Blaise in astonishment," Uh? You will stuff me? You are going to force feed me with food? What kind of a threat is that Blaise?"
But the boy scoffed and spoke," No! Since I cannot prank you for fear of retaliation, I will have you stuffed when you die!
Jeannie: ".."
"Yes! You heard me right. I will go to a... a taxi... a taxidermist when you die! And then I will have you stuffed! I will keep you in a glass case by the door and then prank each and everyone of my tutors while you will only look on!"
Jeannie felt her mouth fall open as the boy started to stomp out! It was the most unique threat she had ever received..
"Blaise Spark! Stop right there!"
Blaise stopped just near the door and grinned happily. Success! His threat worked! All the oldies wanted to be buried and not get stuffed like animals after their death!
