"... So we just... hit it?" Jeff said, unimpressed. How barbaric. Frowning, he shrugged and did as the teacher instructed.

Hesitantly at first, he hammered at the blob. Then when it didn't explode in his face or splatter across the room, he picked up speed and power.

The result was a miniature replica of the Golden Gate Bridge. Jeff had no idea how he, or rather the goop, did that, but whatever. He'd take the grade regardless.