You were sat at your desk, microscope on your far right, test tubes on your left, miscellaneous chemicals right next to them. You grab a beaker with a hot pink substance, and a funnel, pouring the liquid through it into a clear mixture of other various chemicals. The substance goes blue. You slam your fist on your desk, making all the equipment shake around. "Damn it!" You yell out frustrated, groaning. The sound of glass clattering around echoes. You're sick of getting the same results, the same blue substance every time, no matter what you do. Your precious lab coat is already stained in various dull colors. You sigh, and get back to work. You look over to the chemical over the hot plate, realizing it's warmed up and ready. You turn off the hot plate, and carefully grab the container with the now really hot liquid, and reach for your watch glass with red powder on it, the same powder you crushed with your mortar and pestle. You bring the watch glass with the powder above the beaker... before dumping it all in. You instinctively put the beaker down and back up instantly, in case something goes wrong. After a bit, it seems nothing is going wrong. You go closer to the beaker, grabbing a long spoon, and mixing it around, watching the chemical and powder mix perfectly, creating a reddish substance. You breathe a sigh of relief, putting the watch glass aside. You take your lab spatula, and take a bit of crystallized sugar onto it, dropping it into the beaker. You get no time to react, before the concotion bursts up into the air, a bunch of red powder getting into your eyes and hair, staining your clothes further. Then, with the worst possible timing, comes in your lab partner. Medkit. He walks over to the desk and sees you wiping down your face with a cloth, seeing all the red powder on you. "...What did you do." He asks, raising both his eyebrows at you. He notices you weren't wearing your goggles, as they hang loosely around your neck. He chuckled and pulled up a seat next to you. "...What was your plan?"