"She could have benefited mankind with her cleverness. God won't forgive us if we make her foolish…" The Chemist rambled on.
The Physicist felt like he was listening to a buzzing mosquito. Frustrated, he pulled at his hair in agitation. "Ah, shut up. Hurry up and get the medicine! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to your god."
"Go quickly," Hunter nudged him with his sniper rifle.
The Chemist was practically shoved into his lab.
Inside, he began to search for the potion. His laboratory was chaotic, with various potions strewn about haphazardly. As he rummaged, he struggled to find what he needed.
"Strange, there are clearly a few bottles. Why can't I find them?" he muttered.
"Is this it?" Weeping Clown said, holding out a bottle.
The Chemist examined the label and nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes! It's this one. So it was mixed into the nutrient solution. No wonder I couldn't find it!"
