Jun 27
“Get that camera out of my face. I’m working.”
*Meet the Chemist*
“If you were hoping for an interview, you’re not getting one.”
“Don’t touch that vial, glupane! Not if you want to keep your hand attached to that moronic wrist.”
“If you’re going to just stand there, at least take this waste to the garbage. Before it corrodes your lungs, that is.”
“Scout, hand me some of that soda. Mayhaps this ‘Atomic Punch’ can be an adequate replacement for radium.”
“Smell this for me. Rotten eggs, hmm? Maybe it needs more sodium phosphate… or hydrochloric acid. Curious.”
*Ending flourish*
