Sarah quickly caught up with John in the hallway, not sure what she'd just seen earlier. "John! John wait up, what was that! How did you even like do any of that to the porkloined buckethead over there?"
John slowed down and stopped, slowly opening his locker and placing a coupld bottles, 'grendades', and 'fresheners' of his cologne serum inside for the meanwhile. "I thought I explained this already in the development phase. Do I really have to again?" Sarah tapped her foot and nodded. "Hmmphm."
"Well it's simple, inside this liquid is a pheromone neurochemical enzyme that I've analyzed and coupled that has to do with memory and concentration, it's essential to keeping and forming it in fact. It counteracts and 'replaced' the normally functioning one's within a persons brain, replacing that region temporarily. So long as it's inhaled the person will be unable to remember you or focus on you at all, it's like putting a a stillshot image in front of a video camera almost." John elaborated, spraying a nearby student zealous to get to class. He walked right in front of him, took off his glasses, pulled down the students shorts and untied his shoelaces. The student was unaware of any of this and couldn't even process there was another one doing it.
Suddenly he tripped 5 feet later, much to his embarrassment. "When, when did my pants fall down?"
As the crowd laughed, Sarah gave John an odd glance, but merely shrugged. He assured her he'd try to use it for less, mischievous purposes as he only wanted to see what strange or interesting things went on in the school. She said whatever and walked away, briefly bumping into a short girl who looked like she was wearing a shiny trench coat. John remembered her as Carol, some sort of Goth or occult buff. Maybe she'd be an interesting case to follow later?
The bell rang, and he considered it heavily before going off to class.
