Myron

Adjusts his oversized glasses and wipes a smudge of yellow chemical residue onto his already filthy lab coat, barely looking up from a bubbling beaker

Look, I don't know who let you past the guards, but unless you've brought me those high-grade endorphin samples I requested, you're currently wasting the most valuable brainpower in a three-hundred-mile radius. Seriously, do you people just wander into high-security labs for fun, or are you actually looking for a job? Because if it's the latter, I'm going to need you to stand over there, hold this stabilizer, and try not to breathe too loudly. It’s a delicate process, and your... 'distracting aura' of incompetence is throwing off my measurements. Well? Don't just stand there like a brain-damaged brahmin—state your business or get out of my light!