A cell phone.
Why big? Well, it wasn't PARTICULARLY big, but it was big for cell phone standards.
And the big question: How exactly could a cell phone be very, very dangerous?
Well.
It could be dangerous for some people's health, eg, the Smart Girl's friend, the Horse Freak.
The Horse Freak also went by another name, and that was "The President of Love Service Ltd." She didn't own a cell phone because people were constantly calling her Love Service to find out who everyone liked.
A few months ago, she had suffered a mental breakdown when 714 people, 714 people called her at the same time. She talked to them all through the mighty Cell Phone of Love, which projected a hologram of a big screen which depicted all of the customers, crying, laughing, and most of all, very very curious as to who so-and-so liked and why so-and-so didn't like them anymore and whatever happened to make so-and-so break up with so-and-so.
She broke down while trying to answer them all at the same time, and the 714 people had to cease their questions for a bit to call 911.
The Smart Girl was holding the ex-Cell Phone of Love, as it was now called the Cell Phone of Doom, and pressed a button on it. The Horse Freak saw, and screamed.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO, NOT THAT THING! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!" She scrambled to the opposite end of the room as the hologram of 714 people blossomed from the phone in a jumble of voices, the most common question being heard was "WHO? WHAT? WHY?" And the most common words were "LIKE? LOVE? HATE?"
The Smart Girl smiled evilly, pulled out her own cell phone and called the Cell Phone of Doom. Her face occupied the entire hologram, and it floated in front of the Horse Freak.
She smiled, and said in a quiet voice, "Who do you like?"
The Horse Freak screamed for the last time, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped over, dead of too much stress.
The class froze again, and there was a silence. A quiet beep was heard as the Smart Girl calmly turned off the Cell Phone of Doom, and everyone reacted in the exact same way as before.
Some laughed, some cried, some poked the body, some hugged themselves, some screamed, some fainted, some fell asleep, some blinked, some stared blankly, some stared coldly, some stared stunned, some kicked the body, some puked, some just had no reaction at all (aka the Smart Girl), some -
I guess there were only 14 of them.
The silence fell again, and the person dressed in black scurried in again and dragged away the body.
The class began to work on their assigned classwork again, and they hoped that nothing else was going to happen.
But the Smart Girl, aka the Assassin now, had another trick up her sleeve.
She opened her extremely thick Dictionary, and here's the thing: it was hollow.
And inside, there was...
Something very, very dangerous if used well... Something sharp...
It was...
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