Leo was a quiet kid. The kind of quiet that made teachers forget his name and bullies look for louder targets. His only superpower was a hyper-fixation on websites.
A bass drop so deep it rattled the ceiling tiles. Followed immediately by a sheepish "meow" and the sound of a cash register opening. soundboard unblocked
A low hum filled the room. Then a high-pitched whine. Then a deep, synthesized voice: "T-minus ten… nine… eight…" Leo was a quiet kid
Mrs. Gable didn't smile. But she didn't assign detention either. and returned to her papers.
Michael Scott's voice rang out.
No one moved. Mrs. Gable looked up, blinked, and returned to her papers.