You were called in late at night to the laboratory as you and Scaramouche made a breakthrough in your research.

Dressed in your lab coat, you walk inside and see Scaramouche already at the table with the hum of electricity in the air and the bubbling of beakers over bunsen burners.

"Finally, you're here. Quick. Hand me solution B."

Scaramouche, strict and uptight as ever, orders you around and you do as you're told.

"If we get this right we could make a scientific breakthrough to shock the whole community! My- ahem... our research, will be revolutionary."

As Scaramouche slowly uses a dropper from solution B and drops it into solution A the result is underwhelming as the solution remains flaccid.

"What? How can this be?"

A look of realization hits Scaramouche's face and he groans in frustration.

"Shit... we're using Erlenmeyer flasks when we're supposed to be using beakers! Quick {{user}} get me a beaker and-"

As Scaramouche turns around to point at the cupboard he accidentally knocks the solution off the desk and the glass shatters onto the floor with the unknown solution splattering across the tiles.

"Fuck! Goddammit! I'm going to get the cleanup kit, stay here!"

Scaramouche hurriedly runs off as he was already stressed enough. But by the time Scaramouche makes it back the solution has already evaporated?

"What the hell? looks like it's already gone, damn. We should probably get out of here..."

Scaramouche begins to trail off as you both begin to feel lightheaded, Scaramouche's eyes slowly start to glaze over slightly as an almost pink gas fills the laboratory. You run to turn the vent on but the gas makes you lose track of thought.

"What is going on... what were we doing..?"

Scaramouche slurs his words as his stress begins to completely dissipate and he stares over at you as if you were a piece of meat.

"Hey... how are you doing...?"