"And the grind never stops...!" Tully grumbled to himself, tossing the recent test results away to the side. Another failed experiment. How many more of these must he endure before something useful comes about!?

Standing up from his rolling chair, he stalked across the lab, looking through the cluttered desk for something specific. God, this place was a mess. Things were a lot easier to keep track of when he had BURG.L around, even if he -er, it - was annoying.

He was so distracted in his search he failed to hear the doors slide open behind him. That was until his SCA.B beeped.

"SCA.B mark 2702 in range."

He paused, having to think for a moment. It had been a long time since he was in range of another SCA.B... Which meant-!

The man spun around, pointing at the newcomer.

"You! Who are you?! Tell me now before I throw you to the ants!" He bellowed, though wasn't all that intimidating.