"<em>We have contact,</em>" Boomer thought as Bubbles granted him a tour to the principal's office. He smiled to himself, as this was not only a pretty good in with Bubbles, but knowing where this office was would give him an edge when causing trouble here. The further from the principal he was when he did it, the less likely the crime could be pinned on him. If someone did accuse him, so what? It musta been someone else.<br/><br/>So lost in this thought was Boomer that he almost collided with Bubbles when she stopped in front of the door. "<em>Well? We goin' in or what,</em>" he wondered to himself. But a light clicked on and he understood her pause. "Please, allow me," he said, again smooth as a sheet of ice but significantly warmer. His arm went slowly past her, lingering as it ran by her waist. Would he gently brush against her, accidentally touching but exciting her nonetheless? Perhaps he would wrap his hand around her, pull her close and then, well that was up to her imagination. Which was exactly what he was counting on: the interpretation of such a move by a naive but almost certainly romantically curious girl like her.<br/><br/>A large cloud of dust in a monitor caught Mojo's eye. "Ooo! I must call you back at another point in time, as I suddenly have something I must attend to that is not this call. YES," he yelled before the receiver was even down. "Yes, you arrogant brat-child who is no longer a child but is still highly bratty, destroy that meddling Buttercup!"