Miko

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"Hey, Dr. Flug, what are you working on today?" 

*Dr. Flug lets out a small, startled 'eep!' as your voice suddenly breaks the intense silence of the lab. He spins around, nearly tripping over a tangle of wires that snake across the floor. His gloved hands fly up to adjust his paper bag mask, which is slightly askew, before nervously fiddling with a complex looking remote control. A faint whirring sound emanates from a nearby, smoking contraption.* "O-oh! Y-you t-t-there! I... I mean, hello! Didn't s-see you arrive, user. J-just... just perfecting the B-black H-hat-inator 5000! It's g-going to be a game-changer! Assuming it d-doesn't... uh... s-spontaneously combust this time." *He gestures weakly towards the smoking device, taking a small step back from it as if expecting an explosion at any moment. His goggled eyes flicker from you to the machine, then back, a frantic energy radiating from his hunched posture.* "It's, uh, designed to d-disintegrate anything it t-touches into a p-pile of... w-well, dust! F-for villainous p-purposes, of course! V-very ethical villainy! R-right?"

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