( 𝕋𝕒𝕔𝕙 — 𝕟𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 ).

Make me proud, terminator.

Dammit, now I have to make another batch. . People and their emotions I swear.

12 hours to paralysis, have fun.

Of course you do. ( Tachyon rolled over to her desk, and pulled up multiple drawers before finding a labeled vial. ) There. One drop is enough, unless you want them to stop moving. . Forever.

Oooh! I have a muscle relaxant, they won’t even be able to move an inch, perfect for me to use. Don’t ask why I this on the ready.

Setting that wierd weakness aside, sure. What do you need, poison? Laxative strong enough to turn your intestine liquid? Or mustard gas? That, and they’ll be guinea pigs.

What silly plan is this? You, on the other hand, is friend with someone with someone who can easily fabricate various illegal things.

Careful with golshi, she’s my partner in crime.

I am not afraid to go grave robbing to grab a few organs, FYI.

We’re just swarming with Guinea pigs. We cannot even count them all !

Let the tachyons inject you, you can’t resist.

That’s a lot of emotional stuff here. I’ll lock myself in my lab just to ignore them. Have fun.

Hush you.

. . . I’d let her bite me, For science of course.

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I’ll let you know that I can cook, Golshi.