Dante Multiplex was in love.
With a girl!
He pranced around his room, doing the happy dance, which consisted of waltzing around in a rhythmical fashion.
“Love love LOVE!” he shouted.
He took out a photograph of Maria Flakk, and started kissing it.
It had been love at first sight.
When he saw her, 3 months before, glancing around nervously, it was like magic had been floating in the air.
“Maria Flakk,” he whispered.
Judging by various actions, Maria did not return the affection. She had basically noticed him once, besides from in the basement; when she had run away from him screaming a while ago while dorms were being chosen.
But, Maria might be on to him.
The truth about the whole engine fiasco was this; he HADN’T been trying to catch a rat.
He had been hiding in her engine, waiting for her.
Watching.
Listening.
She and her friend Gabby just hadn’t reacted the way he originally planned/expected.
So, he had a plan to pull (or push) her into his arms.
A plan so evil and surefire that there was no way it wouldn’t work.
“Heh heh heh. . .,” Dante said mischievously.
He ended the happy dance.
There was no room for failure.
Heh.
Heh.
HEH!
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