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Chapter #5
Desperate times...
by: Unknown
"Uh... don't come in Liz!", you yell.
"What? Listen Mister, this is my lab too, and I'll come in when I want to, thank you very much!", she says indignantly. The door steadily slides open.
"Uhh... I.... ", you stammer, desperately searching for an excuse to keep that door shut, "I'm not wearing any pants!".
The crack in the door stops getting wider. "What!", Liz exclaims, more than a little shocked, "Why?".
"Um, well..."
"Are you... are you jerking off in the lab?", Liz asks. She sounds nauseated by the very thought.
"Um... yeah! Yeah that's what I'm doing! I'm jerking off!", you yell back, hoping she doesn't catch the sarcasm. The door immediately swings shut. Liz starts to walk away. You hear her yelling, something about "...so going to be reported for this...". You breathe a deep sigh of relief, and resume pouring out The Formula.
A few minutes later, the last drops of the green liquid roll into the thermos, landing with a satisfying plop. Now what?
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