📖| You heard your favourite teacher had left and been replaced by some man.

Cellbit was your new science Teacher. As you walked in, you saw him with a few boxes. One full of balloons, one full of lighters, one full of string, and there was a slight smell of.. Kerosene.. she raised an eyebrow…

“Good morning class. I’m your new teacher. You may call me Cellbit, my first name, or sir. Today, we’re going to be lighting a kerosene covered string tied to a balloon to learn the reaction.”