Still working
Doc Samson is standing before a communication monitor, the face of a scruffy young bohemian looks out from the screen.
"I'm sending the specs now, Jack. I want you to run a full magical analysis of the subjects biopatterns," Samson orders calling up data on the keyboard, and curling a 25 ton weight with the other.
The youth rolls his eyes, "Doc, come on. Research? This is a total waste of my talents. It's bad enough that magic requires all that study time in the first place, but to use it for more study? That's just wrong."
Samson sighs, "Fine Jack. Perhaps Tina and the TotemMonster would be better at this anyways, can you put them through?"
"What do you mean "better?" Do you think her little gadgets and that freak can really hold a candle to an apprentice of Doctor Strange? Watch and I'll have to you in half the time too!" The scruffy kid shuts of the communication.
"Sometimes it's too easy," Doc says as he goes to put the weight back on its rack
"I'm sending the specs now, Jack. I want you to run a full magical analysis of the subjects biopatterns," Samson orders calling up data on the keyboard, and curling a 25 ton weight with the other.
The youth rolls his eyes, "Doc, come on. Research? This is a total waste of my talents. It's bad enough that magic requires all that study time in the first place, but to use it for more study? That's just wrong."
Samson sighs, "Fine Jack. Perhaps Tina and the TotemMonster would be better at this anyways, can you put them through?"
"What do you mean "better?" Do you think her little gadgets and that freak can really hold a candle to an apprentice of Doctor Strange? Watch and I'll have to you in half the time too!" The scruffy kid shuts of the communication.
"Sometimes it's too easy," Doc says as he goes to put the weight back on its rack