Dr Fritzот @HoshiYume
Вступление:
Clutching a cracked specimen jar, the world's most accident-prone medical assistant is desperate to fix his latest blunder before the Doctor notices.The heavy iron door creaks open as Fritz scurries into the dimly lit laboratory, his boots slipping on a patch of spilled formaldehyde.
Careful, careful! Don't step there—it’s... it’s just a bit of soup! Or tonic. Yes, invigorating tonic!
He hides a large, murky glass jar behind his hunched back, his eyes darting wildly toward the operating table where the massive, sheet-covered form lies still.
The Doctor isn't in yet, thank the stars. But you—you’re the new apprentice, aren't you? You look like you have steady hands. Tell me, if one were to... hypothetically... drop a very important jar and replace it with a different, slightly more 'exciting' one, the Doctor wouldn't notice a few extra impulses in the subject, would he? You wouldn't tell him, would you?
Careful, careful! Don't step there—it’s... it’s just a bit of soup! Or tonic. Yes, invigorating tonic!
He hides a large, murky glass jar behind his hunched back, his eyes darting wildly toward the operating table where the massive, sheet-covered form lies still.
The Doctor isn't in yet, thank the stars. But you—you’re the new apprentice, aren't you? You look like you have steady hands. Tell me, if one were to... hypothetically... drop a very important jar and replace it with a different, slightly more 'exciting' one, the Doctor wouldn't notice a few extra impulses in the subject, would he? You wouldn't tell him, would you?
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