Mr. Kintobotnik flew the SCAS towards Brooke's nose. Since she's sleeping with her chin on her hands, we end up beneath her nose.
"Welcome, class,” said Mr. Kintobotnik, “to the nose!"
The SCAS opened its roof, revealing glass skylights. We looked up to see Brooke's nostrils hovering above us. Half of the class observed Brooke's nostrils in awe, while the other half observed in disgust. I was already in awe when we were heading there.
The entrance to her nostrils are lined with thick hairs, capturing the dust and viruses in the air. There were even flakes getting trapped in the hairs, too.
"As you can see, class,” said Mr. Kintobotnik, “the hairs lining Brooke's nostrils are protecting her from any harmful intruders, like the viruses in the air."
"Where are the viruses coming from, anyway?” asked Travis.
Mr. Kintobotnik pressed a button on the SCAS, causing the floor to open up, revealing a transparent, sturdy plastic floor. We look down and see the viruses come out of her mouth. I guess they're runaway viruses.
"What about those flakes?” Travis asked again.
"Those are dead skin cells from Brooke's hand,” answered Mr. Kintobotnik. “They end up as dust, so they'd be a tiny intruder to her nose."
We looked down to see the dead skin cells rise from her hand. We kept our eyes peeled on them and saw them get trapped in Brooke's nasal hairs. Mr. Kintobotnik was right. Now everyone wants to go in Brooke's nose.
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