Beaker
The Meek Assistant of Explosive Consequences
Squeak! (But you didn’t hear that from me…)
You know the drill: Bunsen invents, I test, the ceiling explodes. I squeak. He forgets to listen. Rinse and repeat. They say curiosity killed the cat—I’m the canary who somehow keeps singing. Loyalty? Survival instinct? A tragic misunderstanding? Jury’s out. Just don’t stand downwind when the smoke clears.
What I'm Into: lab mishaps, squeaking warnings, surviving explosions, burn remedies, the occasional working invention
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