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Scientist: Well, well. Things have certainly taken a turn for the weird.
Scientist: This is something else. I mean, we’re guilty of murdering mankind.
Scientist: …Don’t you have anything to say?
Assistant: Please. I thought we didn’t need words.
Scientist: That’s true, but come on. I like the sound of your voice.
Assistant: Are you looking to be written up?
Scientist: Sheesh, can’t you take a joke?
Assistant: …How? How can you remain so calm about this?
Scientist: You’re the one acting unfazed.
Assistant: Yes, but you know my true feelings. I’m scared… I’m scared of dying.
Scientist: That’s normal.
Assistant: But you’re not alarmed in the least! You… You knew this would happen!
Scientist: You’re reading too much into this. I’m just a scientist who hates to work.
Scientist: You know what I could use? A nice cup of coffee.
Assistant: You want coffee at a time like this?
Scientist: You know that caffeine can keep you from sleeping.
Assistant: You can’t escape it forever.
Scientist: Yeah, so can’t you do me this one favor? There’s nothing else I’d rather have as my last drink.
Assistant: …Fine then.
Scientist: I don’t take milk with it. And for sugar…
Assistant: Two spoonfuls. I know how you like it, Doctor.
Scientist: Good. Thank you.
Assistant: Excuse me, but…
Assistant: Um… Can I join you?
Scientist: Of course.