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Today, Dr. Horrible was a little nervous, on-edge. Bad Horse had been giving him some particularly meaningful faces, in the way that only horses can.
It was nerves that caused him to go to the kitchen, mandatory bubbling test tube in hand, to make himself a snack. (Even villains get peckish.)
However, when he returned to the laboratory, it wasn't... his laboratory. In fact, it looked like it wasn't anyone's laboratory at all.
It was nerves that caused him to go to the kitchen, mandatory bubbling test tube in hand, to make himself a snack. (Even villains get peckish.)
However, when he returned to the laboratory, it wasn't... his laboratory. In fact, it looked like it wasn't anyone's laboratory at all.