Good question.

You look him over as he assesses your class again, putting the sunglasses back on and standing with crossed arms. You'd probably put him around 42, underneath the spray tan and hair bleach, but he definitely pulls it off. And good for him, not being afraid to present himself the way he feels most comfortable!

"Cha." He says again, reaching forward and pressing a button on the boombox again with another chckk. The instrumental version of All I Want For Christmas Is You starts to play as he walks around the border of the classroom, passing each of the desks and back to the front every cycle. "So then, dudes. I bet you're wondering -- 'what is Equipment Maintenance?'" He hunches and does jazz hands when he says that last bit, in a higher-voiced impression of (you imagine) your hypothetical class. Standing back to his regular height, he pushes the sliding sunglasses back to the top of his nose. "The answer! Will shock you...."

As he passes Cameron's desk, he nabs one of the shields off of it with one hand, and the screwdriver from Cameron with the other. Holding them at head level for the whole class to see, he continues his walk around the room.

"Woa!! Looks like one of you dudes has got a start already -- rock on, guy!" Cameron ducks his head and just stares at the top of his desk. "So, yeah! Basically, you're here to improve your gear! I don't like to brag or anything, bros, but I'm kind of an expert. You think it, I make it, dudes. That's how we do things around here. Hyuh!"

From the opposite side of the room, he frisbees Cameron's shield back across at him. It hits him in the side of the head as the instrumental version of All I Want For Christmas Is You ramps up in intensity, and Cameron falls out of his chair and onto the ground.

"Oops. Like, good thing I didn't try the screwdriver, huh?" Rhys leans down over your desk to whisper into your ear. "That would not have been mucho bueno. Let's just keep this here, keep this safe, rad of you to offer, thanks." He says as he sets Cameron's screwdriver down on your desk and pats it a few times.

You're about to say something, before you realise that you can't think of anything to say. In that instant of realising how small you are in the universe, he rockets back up to full height and continues into his second strutting cycle around the class.

"Also, cha, you're welcome bros! Got permish for you to dress all cas'. I know, I know, thank me later, bros."

It looks like he ran out of things to say, but he's already started to second cycle around the room, so as the instrumental version of All I Want For Christmas Is You starts to wind down there's an awkward silence until he speed-walks his way back up to the desk at the front.

"So! Feel free to start tinkerin', and come up to me if you need a little help from the Rhys-meister. I'm amped to see what bitchin' ideas you come up wit-" He pauses, and raises a hand to his mouth. "Dudes. I am, like, so sorry for dropping a b-bomb on you. You know what? Cha, I'm willing to call it even on the whole cas' clothing departmenteroonie to make up for that little misstep right there."

Lexi's grinning and nodding along to everything that Professor Meddle says, but -- should you call him Professor Meddle? You feel like he'd object to being called Professor Meddle. Well, still, the point is that besides Lexi, there's a lot of confusion in the classroom. He reaches forward and with another chckk starts playing a variety of other strange music choices, then leans back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

Hmmm.... well, it looks like this class is over to you now, as{if JaceToNurse == True}{else} Delilah and Jace resume their talking and {endif}Lexi whips out a paint kit. You stand up from your desk and politely carry the screwdriver back over to Cameron, who's rubbing the side of his head and getting up from the floor now.

"Th-thanks." He says as you help him up. He takes the screwdriver from your hand and sits back in his chair, still rubbing at his head, then leans down to the side to grab the shield off the floor and put it on his desk again. "So, uh.... any plans what you're gonna spend this class doing?"