[center][h2]The Heckling[sup]TM[/sup] begins[/h2][/center]

A normal day at Shiroyama, a normal morning for Nori Mori. There were very few people who knew exactly what was going on in that mind of his. A lot of people thought he was obsessed with his snack cart, and like almost everything about him to a certain extent he was. [i]Maybe[/i]. It was only to the extent someone would obsess over their creation because they rattled it together and they're worried it'll come apart at the seams. You know, the normal thing any young 'inventor' would worry about.

The word inventory was a bit strong but hey, what could you do. The thoughts on his mind today were back again on Nori Mori, the childhood nickname he'd been given one day.

...Now that he thought about it he hadn't managed to shake that nickname until entering high school.

Anyway, he had a mind to get a new one. The plan he had to get it was utterly devious. Long term, volatile, annoying, it had all the right elements for a perfect storm. It was something that'd shake up the foundations of the school. Maybe. Possibly.

He entered the Repair Club club room.

[@Duoya] "Hey Fukunaga, you in here?" He called as he walked in.

He didn't really wait for a response before pulling his torch out and shining it on himself. Any passing students would probably find it strange, but this was normal for him and the Repair Club. He set the torch down on the table and looked back to judge whether his shadow was big enough, then with some effort he pulled out the Snack Cart. Anybody who thought it was weird that he set a torch on himself would've found it weirder that he pulled a big metal cube that was bigger than he was half-way out of the wall. Those that didn't find it weird knew of the famous, or infamous snack cart. 

Mori wasn't sure which one it was to be honest, he never heard anyone complain about his prices though so surely it was at [i]least[/i] OK.

Anyway, anyone familiar with the Snack Cart would've also noticed the new, perhaps ominous addition on top. A megaphone.

"My Mic broke, I wanted to test the sound system out on some unsuspecting fools but I need to get it fixed first." He said.

This was step 1 of his plan. Become the Heckler. One thing was missing from his Snack Cart that'd give it that mass appeal, the one thing most people didn't get just from seeing him there, personality. He could commentate on fights with this set-up and establish a personality and a presence in Shiroyama. It'd a surefire way to increase his profits in the most annoying way possible.

He plunged his hand into his shadow again and pulled out a blue binder.

Step 2 was already in progress. Step 2 was blackmail. He hadn't quite gotten that far yet but Step 2 involved getting information on anybody he was likely to be commentating on in the background. Fights were going to be boring if there was nothing he would be able to say. The details weren't so precise but it wasn't as if there was an information broker he could ask for information from.

Step 2 actually involved being the broker but he needed to build up a reputable database first. Right now he had what he knew of as many people as he remembered's IESs and AEDs, but as a personal touch he added a ring name to every entry which fit. The Repair Club for instance was Dirty Mike and the Boys. His parents liked the English shows and he watched one called the Office or something. He didn't really get it but it was fun.

He listed the student council prez as Emperor Titus I. He'd have to explain that one later, it wasn't something he could say to her face but he totally would if he had the chance. He was waiting for an opportunity to say it to everybody.

Anyway the plan was pretty simple in the end, do some Heckles and get some Shekels. Maybe that joke was a bit off colour.

[i]Pffft, Dr. Heckle and Mr. Shekel.[/i] He thought to himself while holding his folder.

He was aiming for a professional heckling scheme, the Dr. qualifier seemed like it'd fit quite well. Of course harkening back to the famous novel Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Heckles by day, Shekels also by day but he wasn't Heckling and Shekeling at the same time of course. But he could.

But first he had to get his microphone fixed.