I lay on my bed writing a song in my songbook when suddenly, Chase is thrown into my room screaming. He hits the ground and groans. "Chase," I yelp. I run over to him and bend down to his level. "Are you okay, Little Genius," I ask. "I'm fine, Princess," he grunts as I help him up. "I'm just so tired of Adam treating me like a human punching bag!" My eyes widen, "He's treating you like a human punching bag!?" "He always has," Chase replies. I suddenly start to feel really angry. "Well, he's not gonna treat you like that as long as I'm around," I say. Chase looks at me, stunned, "He isn't?" "Of course not," I reply. "You know what? I'm gonna show him what it feels like! Say hello Prank Master Lyrica!"

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  I spent two hours with Chase setting up the perfect prank for Adam, although that probably wasn't necessary considering how dimwitted Adam is. A few minutes after we finish, Adam comes walking into the lab, and it's everything we can do not to burst out laughing. "What's so funny," Adam asks. "Nothing," I lie. Chase suddenly does a weird, adorable, chipmunk-like evil laugh. He doesn't stop until I playfully punch him in the arm. He blushes beet red. He's so adorable that I can't help but giggle and kiss him on the cheek.

  Something weird is goin' on here," Adam says, suspiciously. His eyes go wide and he smiles, "Ohhhhh, I know what you're trying to do!" Chase and I stand in silence, hoping that we didn't ruin the prank. Our spirits are lifted when Adam says, "You guys are trying to throw me a surprise party!" Chase and I look at each other awkwardly and decide to go with it. "Aw, you caught us," I say, with mock disappointment. "I guess it won't be much of a surprise anymore," Chase says, sarcastically. Adam smiles, "Well, I'm going to bed. Good night!" He walks to his capsule and Chase and I wait eagerly for him to enter it. He opens the door and steps inside. As soon as he closes the door, a three-pound gallons worth of rotten eggs and milk drops on top of him, causing Chase and I to burst out laughing. "Aw, gross," Adam groans. "Ha," I laugh. "In your face, Adam!"