Tanaka began scribbling furiously in his notebook as the school day continued onward. He had forgotten what he was currently listening to honesty, but did that really matter? In the end, it all came down to research and materials, as well as the will to carry through with such planning. Several of his peers actually came up to him to either ask for notes or politely inquire how he was able to function so effectively against the teacher's drone.

Of course, once they got a good long look of what exactly he was writing, all of them chuckled nervously before slowly backing away. Illustrations of several torture devices displayed in beatiful and deap detail. Or rather, as detailed as a pen and paper could be.

Tiny sayings and phrases accompanied each gruesome image, further boggling the minds of those who tried to read the thing. Of course, maybe that was for the best in this circumstance.

[b]Batteries placed in stomach acid?[/b]

[b]Extract student blood samples when they're sleeping?[/b]

[b]Cut their hands off so they can't reproduce?[/b]

Wait, what? That last statement surely seemed like a fine line between uniqueness and insanity.