"Take those absurd plastic monstrosities out of my sight right now!" Malcolm roared, his voice practically vibrating the glass panels of the living room windows. He glared at Kaelan with such an intense, venomous hatred that if looks could physically incinerate, the smirk would have been vaporized off the scientist's face entirely. "I am not touching those things, I am not looking at them, and I am under zero circumstances, using them! Get them the hell out of my sight!"
"Oh, come now, Chief Executive Ford," Kaelan chided, his voice smooth and dripping with an insufferable, clinical amusement as he lightly shook the bundle of medical-grade kits, making the plastic casings click together like cheap castanets. "Science requires verification, not a tantrum. It's just a simple fluid sample."
