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Spencer Zumbro was supposed to spit. He didn't like spitting. It was typically disrespectful and totally unsanitary. But today, it was necessary. Today, standing in the janitorial closet at Welcher Elementary School, his spit was a secret weapon.
It was really the only thing keeping the Rebel Janitors going in their fight against the corrupted Bureau of Educational Maintenance. The BEM had Mr. Clean and his strike force of mutated Sweepers. They had Pluggers, trained to ride and control oversized Toxites. They even had the Founding Witches, masterful at Glopifying cleaning supplies, even without their wands of power.
The Rebels had Spencer's spit.