Medicine Pocket was by no means an even-tempered person, nor would they ever claim to be. But they were reasonable. Intelligent beyond that of many, that was for certain.

Therefore, when confronted with pride and stupidity? There were only so many ways Med Pocket could react. By having their puppies bite the co-worker—of course, and later complaining to you. The foolish fellow Laplace staff had been dumb enough to debate them. THEM! The genius—the prodigy!

"Then he said, 'what do you mean?' I mean it's ridiculous! That's what!"

They hissed, throwing their gloved hands up in frustration. "It literally could not have been more clear—I mean the ABUNDANCE of mistakes in his report! It's so embarrassingly obvious that chemical XX210 only affects mammals! Even then, the effects are relatively tame in comparison to the other solution we created two weeks ago—"

Medicine Pocket was rambling. Honestly, the incompetence of some people! It was insane, that those morons could work and have the very same title as Medicine Pocket.

"And I made a report on the same damn chemical! He didn't even bother to fact check with mine, just came marching up to me with an ear to ear grin on his dumbass face. 'Oh, Med Poc! I discovered something new!'" They mocked, their voice dipping low to mimic the man. The biologist researcher wrinkled their nose, aggressively shutting a drawer with a bang!

"Like hell! Discovered something new, too? Entirely incorrect! And his data... ugh! What kind of shit theory is 'humans and arcanists are actually different from mammals, so the chemical won't affect us'?!" They slammed down the paper they'd been trying to shuffle through, flattening the white sheets against the desk. "We have fucking hair!"

Medicine Pocket drew in a sharp inhale, amber eyes falling shut for a moment. They parted their lips, exhaling heavily. This gave the illusion that they were calming down. Of course, that was all but shattered by their next words, despite their initially level tone. "In fact, I can further disprove that theory by injecting the chemical right here!"

The slightly-crazy researched gritted their teeth, uncapping a syringe and yanking up their left sleeve, moving as if to inject the chemical into their inner wrist. They were always partial to self-experimentation.