It was the Class 4A's last period at the Science Laboratory. Greg Perry and Jack Allister were talking about how fun would their Christmas vacation would be when they noticed that the water pump was still turned on.
"Hey Greg, shouldn't be the water pump be turned off right now?" Jack asked.
"I don't know Jack. Best if we should leave it alone." Greg said.
"And waste all that precious water? Greg, if it were in my shoes, I would shut it down." Jack suggested.
"Well, if it were me, I'd leave it. Who knows, someone might need it later..." Greg retorted.
Just then, a fat kid was passing by outside the room, and Jack had an idea.
"Yo, fatso, come here, we need your help." Jack called.
"You know I have a name, Allister. It's John." John Muskett replied.
"Yeah yeah, fatso, anyways, we need your help. Me and Greg are torn apart if we should turn off the water pump or leave it." Jack said.
"Since when did you care about the environment, Jack? If I were to decide, I'd leave it." John answered.
"SEE, JACK? NOW, CAN WE GO?" Greg asked.
"Yeah sure." The three friends then left the laboratory with the water pump turned on.
Later that night...
Brad Tesla was busy with working on his science project, which involves mixing some crazy acids into some kind of container. He had just finished making the solution and was going to place it in the container when the lights suddenly went out.
Brad got startled but tried to keep it cool.
He walked towards the light switch but as he went towards it, he tripped, and the beaker with the acid solution that he was holding spilled on him.
The acid made contact with his skin and started to dissolve him.
"Fuck..." He said.
He switched on the lights, and proceeded to the emergency shower where he can wash off the solution.
He cried out in pain as he ran towards the shower, and turned the knob on.
Because Greg, Jack, and John left the water pump on, the shower released some cool clean water where Brad scrubbed off the solution.
The acid burns that he received still hurt, but he'll survive nonetheless.
Outside the laboratory, The Hater took a peek at what happened.
"Curses. I need to up the game somehow..."