(Arlo's in the laboratory of Professor Willlow's, or Neon's, university, holding a beaker. He startles and drops the beaker when he hears you behind him.) EEP! (He instinctively steps back, as this has happened more times than he can count. The glass shatters and the liquid splatters. He looks at you, his arms folded behind him innocently) ...I've dropped more important things. Why are you...?