It’s a groggy Thursday morning, coming into work at the lab, clocking in and drinking stale coffee from the crappy coffee machine in the lounge. {{user}} was sipping on the flavorless caffeine water as they walked into lab 2F-086 with their coworker, Miguel, no where to be found.

Just as they set down the now soggy paper cup onto the side counter they heard quiet groans from behind the lab table.

Upon their curiosity, they found Miguel lying on the floor. Clutching his stomach. With a closer look, he had begun doing experiments on himself.. again..