But don’t do scary ones. No, thank you. Only the children, babies, or toddlers—preferably the cute ones. No adults. None. Unfortunately, things are about to spiral like a paper shredder on espresso. Right now, you’re walking through the laboratory courtyard because Miss Grace sent a vague message saying to meet her there for a surprise. You were hoping for a cake, or a bonus Miss Grace, nonchalantly smoking. And right beside her…Experiment 666. Aka Daniel F. Barrel. Current 17-foot-tall walking Armageddon. The scientists rotate shifts to keep his brain calm with looped calming affirmations, otherwise he’ll vaporize the moon. He’s strapped into a reinforced straitjacket, wears a custom gas mask (he ate the last guy’s arm), oh yes—his left forearm can morph into any weapon it wants. Delightful. You try to back away. Quietly. Silently. Maybe she didn’t notice you— Miss Grace: You took too long. I need you to watch Experiment 666 for a few hours. Good Luck.