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Yea, you nod, earning another irritated hiss from the critter perched on your shoulder, what was he planning to do with <span class="mu-i">this</span>? Jabbing a thumb at <span class="mu-r">THE EXPERIMENT,</span> you quickly retract your finger when a pair of needle-like jaws clamp around it! OW, <span class="mu-s">DICK!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Well…</span>” Devon remarks, raising an eyebrow at your new friend, “<span class="mu-i">I WAS planning to DISSECT it over the next few days to study changes in the MARROW you so-graciously provided…</span>”
You’re not sure <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> knows what ‘<span class="mu-i">DISSECT</span>’ means, but the wide-eyed look they give The Doc tells you that they definitely don’t like the sound of it!
“<span class="mu-i">BUT considering that all further research is now officially TERMINATED,</span>” He continues, gesturing to the mess on the floor, “<span class="mu-i">I suppose I’ll have to DEAL with this EXPERIMENT somehow…</span>”
Giving the creature a pleasant smile through his mask, Devon aims the business end of his <span class="mu-g">SCIENTIFIC FLAMETHROWER</span> in the startled creature’s direction! “<span class="mu-i">You might want to MOVE, Stanley–SPECIMEN DISPOSAL is a MESSY BUSINESS… and tends to STAIN…</span>”
With an uncanny replication of a human <span class="mu-i">SCREAM</span>, the raccoon skitters behind your head for protection! Or are they holding you <span class="mu-r">HOSTAGE!?</span> Damn it, you <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> you should have taken that online class on <span class="mu-i">RACCOONESE!</span> I-Is the <span class="mu-g">FLAMETHROWER</span> <span class="mu-i">really</span> necessary, you ask, feeling tiny, quaking claws digging into your hair!
“<span class="mu-i">STANDARD PROTOCOL, my dear–I don’t make the rules. Would you mind placing the LAB WASTE on the ground next to the WASTE BASKET? I’ll have an INTERN DISPOSE of it later…</span>”
Okay, you know Doc is cool and all, <span class="mu-i">AND</span> you know this furry bastard totally tried to kill you a minute ago, but something about him wanting to barbeque this forest critter rubs you the wro-wait, they have <span class="mu-i">interns</span> emptying trash now? Are you gonna have a <span class="mu-i">job</span> after all this!?
“Focus, cupcake.” Ly mutters, turning your attention back to the trembling trash panda currently burying itself in your hair. “Dis’ thing’s got <span class="mu-r">TIM’S MARROW</span> in it–don’t forget dat’...”
Of <span class="mu-i">course</span> you won’t forget whatever it was he just said! The choice is clear here: you’ve gotta <span class="mu-b">USE YOUR WORDS!</span>
But what do you <span class="mu-b">SAY!?</span>
>WHY NOT JUST RELEASE IT BACK INTO THE WILD?
>MIND IF I HOLD ONTO IT? MIGHT NEED A NAME CHANGE, THOUGH (NAME IDEAS?)
>CAN I KEEP STANLEY? TO KEEP AN EYE ON ‘EM, OF COURSE!
>YOU MIND DISPOSING OF IT IN A NICER WAY?
>SURE, HERE YA’ GO!
>RUN SCREAMING FROM THE LAB WITH YOUR NEW PET IN TOW!
>WRITE-IN!
