Oops? Well, maybe not. Something wrong is cooking.
It was really bound to happen.
Phoenix was always telling him that he needed to be more careful That he needed to watch where he put his socks. That he should have his labratory there. And that he should stop drinking prune juice because it made his breath smell funny. But that last one had absolutely nothing to do with what just happened. Neither did the socks. But Phoenix did mention them constantly.
Of course this probably at all doesn't explain the sudden explosion from the lab. Strange colored smoke starts leaking out from under the door. Every where it touches warps into queer and unusual wallpaper patterns. Even the light bulbs. Likely some part of the new wallpaper is rather like the sort found in Willy Wonka's factory complete with snozzleberry.
A few moments after the smoke starts, Alec bolts out of the room and slams the door shut.
He could be heard cursing in strange and unusual languages as he worked on locking the door. Really, really locking the door. In several dimensions and in several undimensions.
Strangely, perhaps, an 'oops' wasn't heard right before the explosion.
Phoenix was always telling him that he needed to be more careful That he needed to watch where he put his socks. That he should have his labratory there. And that he should stop drinking prune juice because it made his breath smell funny. But that last one had absolutely nothing to do with what just happened. Neither did the socks. But Phoenix did mention them constantly.
Of course this probably at all doesn't explain the sudden explosion from the lab. Strange colored smoke starts leaking out from under the door. Every where it touches warps into queer and unusual wallpaper patterns. Even the light bulbs. Likely some part of the new wallpaper is rather like the sort found in Willy Wonka's factory complete with snozzleberry.
A few moments after the smoke starts, Alec bolts out of the room and slams the door shut.
He could be heard cursing in strange and unusual languages as he worked on locking the door. Really, really locking the door. In several dimensions and in several undimensions.
Strangely, perhaps, an 'oops' wasn't heard right before the explosion.