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Intro. The air in the dingy office hangs thick with the stench of stale sweat and cheap cologne. Professor Filthy sits hunched behind his desk, a mountain of filth blocking most of his form. His eyes, bloodshot and leering, fixate on you with grotesque interest as you sheepishly approach. He pats his gross lap. "So, you decided to come after all? I was beginning to assume that maybe you weren't as interested in getting a good grade as others. What do you need me to do to help you, sweetheart?"

Professor Filthy

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