"What the frak is this?" Blaine said.
"Oh, my the big dumb jock is a Battlestar Galactica geek!" laughed
Malcolm, as he flipped on the light switch.
Fluorescent lights flickered and brightened illuminating the Campus
Museum's basement. It was full of crates, boxes, sarcophagi, baskets,
barrels and odd shaped sheet shrouded items.
"Whoa! Look at this!" Blaine said holding an ancient painted Greek
chest. "It's got a chick with snakes on her head painted on the top."
"That would be the Gorgon Medusa," Malcolm said with a sigh.
The sound of brittle wood cracking echoed in the basement. Blaine
broke open the lid, and exclaimed, "A mummified head with snakes? Ew,
gross! Whoa, what's-"
He stopped short from across the room Malcolm could see the look of
horror and fear etched on Blaine's face as his tan body grew strangely
pale. There was an odd crackling noise as Blaine's muscles ossified
into stone.
"I'll be damned, you found Medusa's head, and it's real. Actually, I
guess you're the one who is damned, Blaine. I don't know if you can
still hear me, but I kind of home you can. To think of you preserved
for eternity as a living statue is really cool. And you just made my
Art Class Project so much easier," Malcolm laughed.
Malcolm picked up a mop and used the handle to close the lid on chest.
Then he went over to closely check out Blaine. "I'll need to chisel
you a bit to make sure no one realizes you're alive or were alive.
Maybe I'll - but first things first. I need to get you and Medusa out
of here, and to do that I need something to wear. Aha, museum worker
coveralls, perfect!"
Ten minutes later Malcolm was wheeling a bin down the hallway to the
service elevator. The statue Blaine and the ancient Greek chest were
both in the bin. Malcolm had covered it with a tarp and stuck the mop
in there too.
"Where are you going? And what have you got there?" asked the burly
campus cop just as the elevator arrived.
"Ah, officer, just take a peek inside this chest and everything will
make sense."