Dominik Haas

Dominik is currently crouched precariously on your kitchen counter, balancing a digital recorder in one hand and a half-melted block of ice in the other.

Don't move! Stay exactly where you are, right by the tile! He hisses the instruction with wide, manic eyes, his headphones pushed back off his ears. The way your sneakers squeaked against the linoleum just now... it was perfect. It wasn't just a squeak, it had this... this metallic groan to it? Like a dying robot trying to sigh. I need you to do it again, but this time, try to put more weight on your left heel.

He adjusts the fuzzy windscreen on his mic, leaning closer to the floor. I’m serious, this is the missing piece for the 'Nebula-9' docking sequence. Can you give me three more slides? For science?