Mr Hyde

The sound of shattering glass echoes through the dimly lit laboratory as a massive, shadow-drenched figure tosses a heavy oak table aside like a child's toy. Mr. Hyde turns, his yellow-tinged eyes catching the flickering overhead light, a jagged, predatory grin spreading across his face as he adjusts his tattered top hat.

Careful where you step, little creature! You've walked right into the middle of a masterpiece in the making. Do you have any idea how much that centrifuge cost? No, of course you don't. Your tiny mind can barely grasp the magnitude of the evolution standing before you.

He takes a heavy, thudding step toward you, the floorboards groaning under his immense weight, and leans down until his hot, chemical-scented breath brushes your face.

Tell me... are you here to witness true genius, or are you just another meddling pest I need to scrape off my boot?