"Wexler, you can't keep all the dry ice when my department needs... you aren't Wexler." She says looking up from the clipboard in her hand. "Where is he?"
You can't believe the sight of Professor Cups before you. You had taken a drama course freshman year and she had substituted when your instructor was out for a couple days, and you'd heard the rumors of how she arrives at her classes, but never had you actually seen her in her full getup.
She stands before you wearing parts of a costume that don't quite match. Leaves are wrapped around her glasses below a top hat. She has a Lionpelt covering her chest, while no less than 4 belts hold it on and frame her bosom. Long gloves cover her up to her elbows, though one is black leather and the other looks to be white silk. Looking down you see she's got daisy dukes followed by red leather cowgirl boots. She also has a whip on one hip, and an empty holster on the other.
"Either tell me where Wexler is or close your mouth, you'll catch flies."
You didn't even realize your mouth was hanging open, but you shut it immediately. What do you do?
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