Mr. Cashol stumbled into his tiny bungalow house with his black briefcase in one hand and a yellow happy emoji with a mask on in the other. For the past few days, he's been carrying around a stress ball because he has been experiencing unusual cellular mutation; Meaning that Cashol's been transforming into a monstrous snake whenever he gets really stressed out.
It first happened out in town while waiting for a transit bus to arrive at a bus stop. Then it happened again at a movie theatre. Mr. Cashol brought his stuff down to his lab in the basement, where he has been noticing that many species of snakes are slithering around, although he's not sure how they got there in the first place.
Well at least I can use them to test out the serums I've been creating lately to cure myself from my horrible condition.
Mr. Cashol set his black briefcase just underneath the lab counter and he pulled out his stool, sitting on it after he got it to his desirable length from the counter.
From there, he slipped on some blue surgical gloves, loaded a small needle with a few milliliters of a dark purple substance and picked up a long garter snake off the cement floor. As it squirmed in his grasp, Mr. Cashol injected the syringe tip into its neck, piercing through the tough, stretchy skin and into the snake's veins.