[Even though Ziggs has his goggles on, it's easily apparent that he's twitching a bit underneath them. He doesn't have any of his explosives on his person, and he's pretty sure all of the trapped desks and floor tiles were scrubbed clean of anything "untoward" by administration. All of the chemical equipment is locked away "for safety" in the lab cabinets, which means he wouldn't have time to make something quick enough to catch the two students off guard.

So he's going to have to discipline the old fashioned way. By being a clever professor.]

Listen up! Both of you! Your constant oneupsmanship, while usually good for the spirit of competition, is getting in the way of our actual competition! And since I can't use my usual threats, I've got a better idea.

A test! A little scientifical brain-teaser. First one to get me the right answer gets exclusive rights of refusal on new club members, aaaaaand a comfy new chair paid for by the Olympiad slush fund! Whaddayasay?