Darn it, this calculous is takin' forever! Fiddleford thought. He was in the lab, hunched over a work table and poring over notes and books. He was focused, albeit from the quick glances at his Rubik's cube in the corner just to make sure Ford didn't touch it yet again. His chin rested on his palm as he clicked his pen in a bored, repetitive fashion.

"An' I bet Standford's gonna remind me 'we oughta work faster' if I ain't done 'fore tomorrow." He grumbled abit under his breath.