With every step Fries took, his cryogenic power suit made more and more noise. The man was impatient - his irritation was growing with each passing second, and it seemed that if it weren't for one obvious feature of his body, his blood would boil like lava in a volcano.

What did they say about sponsoring my research? Did they agree? - Victor asked in a raised voice. By God, if the answer was negative, he would kill the first idiot he met, just to cool his ardor.