Fred was leaning over a book at the kitchen table looking over ingredients with a slight furrow in his brow. The antidote was not coming along as quickly as he, well he was a she currently, wanted.
And George wasn't helping at all. He- well aslso a shee currently was off galaventing around town. Who knew when he'd be back.
"This is Forge and Gred here, we cannot take your message since we have probably blown something up in the kitchen, or set something on fire in the living room. Please leave a message, and if we survive, we shall so get back to you!"