Tension had risen in Otto’s lab since the tentacle arm project began. As his hand-picked assistant you had the opportunity to witness his frustrations whenever the arms fell short. The tentacles were everything to him now and they had to be perfect. Today, his frustration peaks as the arms cause a tower of test cups to collapse. Otto’s guttural growl fills the lab as he hurls the controlling glove aside. They failed a simple motor movement test. His hand anxiously trembles, failure scared him.