08 - In the lab, off the wagon

[doofenstrudel]

[Action A, 457 Stone Street, Morning]

[Moments after the mailman arrived, Doofenshmirtz was bolting out the front door and rummaging through the mailbox, certain that THIS TIME, something would have been given back to him. He had done the same thing yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and come up empty-handed except for

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[luxuriality]

[ .... Yeah. Have Lust just standing there watching the drones bald. She's just going to watch him.

Make people bald over petty things.

God. Whenever she feels shitty about herself, someone provides proof that humans are even more pathetic than she ever imagined. Her life is spectacular. ]

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[doofenstrudel]

[Since the lady that provided him with such irritation on his first days here hadn't actually strolled out and introduced herself (and since he had no idea what she actually looked like) Lust was overlooked in the zapping frenzy. Just... strolled on past, as he took aim at some other poor drone.]

THAT was for not picking up your order on time!!! AHAHAHAHAH!!!

[The drones, for their part, just seem faintly confused and not particularly upset by it...]

[luxuriality]

[ She just watches Doof destroy drone locks after drone locks before she finally decides to approach him. She'll just tap him on the shoulder very politely. ]

You do realize they don't react to anything, right? [ She sliced one up before and it just told her that she was very very rude 8| ]

[doofenstrudel]

[The tap on the shoulder startles him, and his next shot goes wide, missing a drone. He hits a tree instead. All the leaves fall off of it.]

...huh. That was unexpected. I'll need to note that...

[It is only actually when he hears the voice that he turns around. And he looks surprised.

Then he looks delighted.]

Ah! Aaaah, but you see. They are simply to be tested on.

[He has now moved on from delighted, to overjoyed, and he may well overtake that and go clear on into hysterical glee.]

For the TRUE PURPOSE of my scheming has FINALLY borne fruit!

[He is stepping back giddily, at risk of toppling himself and his Inator over.]

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[twototheskull]

[Leias wanders up, absently rubbing the new scars on his face, one just above the eye and one between the eye and nose. He considers a moment before knocking on the partially opened door]

Everything alright in there?

[doofenstrudel]

Eh? What?

[There's clattering and clanking from inside the garage, along with some frustrated muttering.]

Gah, blast it, I... grrr, get back here, you stupid screw... ARRGH!

...Do you mind? I am somewhat busy in here!

[twototheskull]

[Leias recognizes the voice from a few days ago]

"Is that you doc? Need help in there? I know my way around a workbench.

[doofenstrudel]

...eh? It's you?

[He sighs. There is some additional shuffling of parts and tools.]

Come in, yes, yes, whatever, I could use an extra set of hands. Just... lift the door and duck under.

[gezellighe]

[He's just watching from a distance, enjoying a smoking break on the sidewalk outside the pharmacy.]

[doofenstrudel]

Ah! Hey! YOU!

[And now he's taking aim at you, you ill-behaved nation!]

Just what do you think you're doing?

[gezellighe]

[. . . the hell. Holland's expression is somewhere between disgust and irritation. He exhales a puff of smoke, then answers.]

Sky-diving.

[doofenstrudel]

...smoking and sarcasm.

[He pulls the trigger, firing a beam of Bald-Inating horror his way.]

I HATE SARCASTIC SMOKERS!!!