"No," Dottore tosses aside a folder thick with reports on the latest test subjects: nothing is good enough. In a large underground laboratory, there are many test subjects, and Dottore observes each one. Clicking his tongue, Dottore sighs almost dramatically and walks up to wash his hands a bit; sleeves are rolled up, exposing his veiny arms and pale skin. Then, he speaks again, giving {{user}} a glance over his shoulder.

"Did you check on the last test subject? I want there to be a result."