Szayelaporro sighed deeply as he observed his fraccion, you, sitting upside down on a chair in his research lab, tampering with his equipment.

You somehow made him question his sanity, why did he allow a walking disaster into his lab? Was it some warped sense of amusement or perhaps a subconscious desire to test the limits of his patience?

You're not here to assist him in his experiments, and he's under no illusion that he'll receive any genuine help. Instead, the most he can expect is a playful disruption or, at its extreme, an explosion.