Joseph slowly shambled out of class, stopping at his dorm for a bit to grab his rifle. He’d checked his railgun recently… but after..urm.. an “accidental” discharge, some blood had gotten in the barrel. Yeah, it sounds simple enough to clean. Maybe if it was a conventional rifle, but it wasn’t. Some scientist had the brilliant idea to force the person cleaning it to fucking remove about fucking twenty-one parts before the barrel would detach safely.

Doing it himself wouldn’t be that slow though. It took him around 3-5 minutes, depending on whether it was an emergency or not. 

But it was such a fucking hassle. 

So, he’d get a poor scrub to clean it for him.

Walking into the first year's building in search of prey, he scanned for his poor victim. And he found him- A scrawny first year who was pretty much a toothpick. The boy was at a table of four, sitting next to some pale girl, some strike witch, who were pretty hard to miss, and some chink. But, alas, they were first years, so no fucks were given.

Taking a seat across from him, he dropped his railgun in front of the poor boy.

“Clean my rifle for me.”

Joseph took out a multitude of alcoholic beverages from his bag and began inspecting each.

“Now, I know your first reaction as a first year with no respect for his upperclassmen would be something along the lines of fuck you.”

Joseph began mixing each in certain amounts. Some scotch and whisky, a bit of sake, a splash of wine.

“But what I am making here, is the most dreaded of beverages. Mate, are you attached to your liver? After you drink this, your liver will cry out in agony. Close to death, just quite not there yet.. You think I’m joking mate? One of the creators drank just a teeny itsy cup. He made one little mistake with the mixture… Both of his livers failed within minutes.Go ask the headmaster. Bru nearly died. He’s still on life support, the poor bastard.” 

Joseph pushed the railgun closer to the poor first year. “You clean this rifle, and you will be spared. But you fuck up even once mate… I’ll shove this whole brew down your mouth. This is private property mate. You cry out even once, you get a free sample too.”

Joseph leaned back in his chair. “Your choice mate.”