this is your fault. now you all have to deal with me

[bemytestsubject]

[A cluttered laboratory. Walls lined with crammed bookcases. Mile-high stacks of paperwork and hand-written reports. A middle-aged man in reading glasses seated behind a massive desk, busily designing a superior paper airplane. Building materials: important-looking documents.

It doesn't matter how you got here, because this is where you are, now.

Especially you two. You know who you are. Get in here.

Walk-ins also welcome.]