What is this filthy, furry behemoth, the largest and homeliest of its kind? Is it a king of all, an empowered emperor? Or perhaps is it a fellow teacher, striving to permit younger moles to enter the gates of chemical glory?
This wonderful mole elicited 10 extra credit points from my Chemistry H teacher’s grade book. It is based off of him, playing off of his name (Señor Flores).
The eyes are glued together on the fury fabric and a bullet hangs at its neck. A tube of substances is at the right and a proper shirt brims the front.
A Modern Chemistry textbook is on the other paw, equipped with a nasty pun of senseless origin. A pal, Camole, accompanies Mr. Moleres during his photo shoot.