The lead scientist commanded, "Knock him out. We need to refine the dosage."
"Our objective is to enhance their strength without significantly altering their physical appearance. Let's administer it once more to the pair so we have a broader sample."
Upon realizing the implication, the moleman's face contorted in anguish. "Stop! Don't lay a finger on my daughter! You Monster!"
In response, one of the scientists coldly shut off the communication channel. Moments later, another surge of gas began to fill the chamber.
With no response and a new scent of gas permeating the air, the moleman's desperation quickly morphed into unbridled rage.
He unleashed a guttural roar and, gathering all his strength, slammed his fists onto the floor.
As his muscles tensed, a shocking transformation began to take hold.
