The Labs seemed empty as I approached the door. Caution was my byword, however.
What Dark Arts are practiced here? I attempted to read the book that was floating in mid-air, to see if I could learn any of Dr. Mason's arcane knowledge, but it was written in a runic script.
The small Tesla generator and nearby control panel gave an indication of how much power is needed. The bloodstains on the floor under the gurney... I bowed my head and said a prayer for the unlucky soul that spilled it.
Be careful if you dare to visit Mason Labs. Any move could be your last.
Doesn't anyone know how to KNOCK in blasted town? You could at least give out a HOOO. I can't get any work done on Tuesdays from your phallically-fixated farce of a parliament!
ReplyDeleteDr. Mason, if you want a secure lab, you need to place a lock on the door and close it firmly. Letting just anyone walk in when you're not about is an invitation for trouble. At least I didn't touch anything. And, given what I've heard about homeless couples using residences for, um, amorous activities, I can honestly say that the thought of using the autopsy drawer in such a fashion never occurred to me. :)
ReplyDelete"Phallically-fixated farce of a parliament"? While I love the aliteration, I didn't know we had a parliament - I thought the Caledonian form of government was general chaos, overseen by a benevolent Guvnah. And sometimes just chaos.
Oh, lovely - International breaking and entering....
ReplyDeleteNo, wait a minute! Entering, yes, breaking no! The door was open, I say!
ReplyDeleteNonetheless, noting the litigious Babbagers these days, I'm making a note to avoid Steelhead for a while. Does anyone know how long the statute of limitations runs?
I've not had any trouble with interlopers once I gave over the bottom floor of the keep to hounds. Keep 'em hungry, I say.. good for security.
ReplyDeleteI've tacked up a reminder to arrive at the O'Toole residence with a big piece of meat laced with a sleeping agent - along with my trusty pistol. :)
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