[The creation was too predictable and Wlodzislaw was all too happy to take it upon himself to help her, whatever that meant. He looked to her, then to his pages. He lifted the page he had just been writing upon and ripped it in half, then again and again until he let the various pieces float to the ground.]
A bit of fun is all.
[Wlodzislaw lifted the beaker, now with a small amount of purple-tinted liquid in it and offered it to her to look at or analyze if she liked.]
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A bit of fun is all.
[Wlodzislaw lifted the beaker, now with a small amount of purple-tinted liquid in it and offered it to her to look at or analyze if she liked.]
Why does it matter whose lab it is?