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[evilgrows]

How about you wait for me to tell you before you make a mess of my lab?

[Not that he has much room to talk, as his lab isn't seemingly the most organized of scientific facilities, but he at least seems to know where things are. He grabs a pad of paper and a matching pencil and then holds them in front of Beat's face.]

Sufficient?

[soundsurfing]

S'also overrated.

[He'll take the pencil and paper, grinning and wagging his tail.]

Ye dude, le's do some fuckin' science. An' by that I mean you do science an' I'll try an' pay attention 'nuff to write it down.

[NOW he plants his butt down. And while he does have photos of the machine, they're back home, so he will quickly sketch the machine onto the pad too.]

[evilgrows]

[He gives him an extremely judgey look, but he's the closest thing he has to an assistant right now, so whatever.]

Alright. Try to keep up; I'm not dumbing it down for you.

[And with that, he flutters around the machine, occasionally plugging things into different spots and taking various readings with his wrist computer. As he moves around he describes his findings, with no effort made in making anything more understandable. Eventually, he takes the tank out and sets it down on a table.]

The numbers are going haywire! Very fascinating.

[soundsurfing]

Yes sir!

[For his part, Beat is very good at note taking. He doesn't understand a lick of what Robotnik says, of course, and what he writes down may be misspelled as he does it phonetically, but it's all there.

As well as a few doodles of Robotnik being buggy and flittering about. When he's done, he looks up and squints a little.]

Haywire how, yo? I mean, I ain't gonna understand it prolly but hit me. Like, it's actually got juice to it?

[evilgrows]

It's been a while since I've seen something like this. Fog in its uncondensed form wields a good amount of power, of course, but this is off the charts. The last time I truly saw something so seemingly limitless... well, he's very limited here.

[He doesn't exactly explain further as he taps at his wrist computer thoughtfully.]

Of course, I designed the charts, so I could probably nudge the upper limits up a little. Note to self: do that next time.

[He taps on his wrist again.]

I'll have to save the real test for a point where we can avoid as much local nonsense as possible so it doesn't taint the results.

[soundsurfing]

Uhh....

[It takes the werewolf a moment to think that over, rotating it in his head like a tumbling hotdog, before his ears perk.]

You think it gonna do what we think it gonna do, then? Beef you up pretty hard? I know it might make you whack lookin', if it gives you a super Fog form.

[He scratches his chin, squinting thoughtfully (and happily) as he does.]

Huh... is Fog forms more powerful? I ain't never tested it 'fore. Surely they gotta be, right?

[evilgrows]

That's... a good question. At the moment, I don't change in any noticable way when the fog rolls around, so I haven't been able to test that personally.

[Which might be annoying for scientific purposes, but not having to deal with a completely different set of changes every time the weather fucks around is a lot more workable.

Still...]

I wonder if something like this could force just such a transformation?