Prompt: To be honest, he expected more chaos and less bunnies...

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Stan jerked awake, and by the clatter dropping pens he heard around him, he knew he wasn't the only one dozing off. He sat behind his great box of a monitor and, though the thing completely dominated his tiny desk, he attempted to again dart his eyes to the board at the far end of the room.

Mr. Smith, the teacher, gestured widely, and the flat his long pointy stick noisily struck a sloping line drawn beneath the neat scrawl.

Stan pushed his thick glasses back up his nose, and read the instructions written there before Mr. Smith even finished speaking.

"... an example of the cx)1 code." Mr. Smith droned in a near hypnotic monotone. "Under no circumstances shall there be a reason to use this code in an actual program."

He nodded, and narrowed his eyes.

"Do not.. I repeat.. Do not..EVER.. Use this. Especially not to..."

By that point Stan had turned back to the mammoth of a monitor, and stared owlishly at the screen. He eyed the white cursor a good while, and as it coyly winked at him, the monotone lecture blithely continued on. And on. And on.

Stan took in a great bored breath and chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn't dare shift around again, just to see what the clock above the board had to say. A dizzy snail had to crawl along faster than the time he spent in here so far.

He didn't have the room to lean his elbow onto the surface, nor the space to cradle his head in one palm.

He shifted his arms slightly, carefully draping them on either side of the great plastic box, and tapped his fingers, one by one, down on what little desk was left for him to do so.

The lecture didn't stop, though. Nope. The monotone dragged ever onward.

Stan exhaled and pulled back his right to his lap. He then hovered his hand over the tiny keyboard, and curled his fingers back. With his extended index finder, he typed, quietly, one key at a time. He never looked at the screen really, because with this particular programming language he didn't need to.

Near to the end of his bored little project, he heard Mr. Smith take in a deep breath. The sound of it drew his eyes around the hulking heap that always blocked his view.

"..You may now begin the assign..."

But he never got to finish that particular sentence, for that was about the time the pad of Stan's finger pressed firmly down upon the return key.

If he would have to describe it, Stan would say that the world exploded. Not violently, mind you. More like how a disembowled pillow would during a particularly vigorous pillow fight.

Stan raised his brows at the leaping fuzzy balls of fluff, complete with tiny wiggling noses and long drooping. Ears. To be honest, he expected more chaos and less bunnies out of a programming language that was said to be so innovative, that it would change the world.

Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....