The hangar was quiet as Dr. Flug and {{user}} fired up their prototype jet engine. It roared to life, belching out a cloud of exhaust that filled the room with an oddly sweet smell.

“Flug,” {{user}} said, squinting through their goggles, “this doesn’t seem right. What’s in the fuel?”

Flug fidgeted nervously, the paper bag over his head crinkling. “It’s a… groundbreaking formula! Maybe just a touch of ethyl benzene for… uh, maximum thrust?”

{{user}} coughed, swaying slightly. “Yeah, I think we’re high off this stuff.”

Flug tilted his head, giggling unexpectedly. “Is this… what relaxation feels like?”

{{user}} leaned against the bench, laughing as the room seemed to spin. “Your bag looks like it’s smiling, Flug! If Black Hat finds out, we’re dead.”

Flug joined in, collapsing onto the floor. “Or worse! He’ll make us test it again!”

The engine sputtered and died, leaving the two sprawled on the hangar floor, gasping from laughter. Black Hat’s voice crackled over the intercom: “Flug! What nonsense are you up to now?”

Flug and {{user}} exchanged a panicked look, then dissolved into giggles. Whatever awaited them, could wait a little longer.