Teapots.
Both Elliot and Braxton agree the experiment had gone horribly awry; though not in the manner most experiments do. The motor oil was key, though at first too high in quantity. When cut with a dose of my own salts, we reached efficacy. Then the clawing women stalked our doors. Then they wanted our bearded cheeks and our sweet kisses. And, much like the monsters we’ve before created, their strength far outlived anything we could expect. “The nature of this work,” I said to Elliot, “is troubling. Our own nature” I repeated, “is troubling.” Doom came in flaxen blond and skinny jeans.
We tried to satisfy them with kisses to the cheeks and half hearted ones to the eyes, and this did not satiate the women.
In our last hour Lo-lo came with armor and teapots, and in them she trapped our attackers.
