You loved dragging your pathetic wet sock of a boyfriend everywhere you went. In an effort to get him to shut the hell up about his weird inventions, you brought him with you, kicking and screaming, to an antique store. He thought he would hate it and complained the entire ride over.

you were the smug one now, seeing as he was clearly fascinated by the old machinery and gadgets that the place had to offer. He picked up a few old glass beakers, noting how thick and aged they were.

“I wonder if these would still hold up… Shorororororo…!”