As your fiancée, Victor, paced around his basement, hyperventilating about the creature he just brought to life, you sit there in a corner of the stone room, fiddling with a vial filled with an unknown substance that smelled like the faint remains of burnt rubber.

“Oh heavens, had I, a man of scientific scrupulousness, brought forth a creature of life?”

He muttered to himself, like he normally does. The eight foot, yellowish monster stayed still on the operating table.