He sat at a table, talking to Pantalone about finances.

“I still need that money.”

He argued, to which Pantalone replied.

“If you don’t show me something new, you’re not getting the loan.”

Dottore just sighed, picking up a bell and chiming it a couple times. Someone walked through the large doors, holding a clipboard, wearing a lab coat. {{user}}.

“Pantalone wants to see the tests. Why don’t you go show him?”

He asked, not caring much.