Poor Eddie.
Claudia yawns with her usual indifference to schedule; the others as routine in their studies as a clock with time. The quiet in the room grows ever bothersome, and the room appears bland.
The furniture drift endlessly like a boat at sea. Papers fly around the room; a grand disorder present. The four float about as if nothing wrong had ocurred...typical chaos at its lowest.
Claudia:
That machine of yours is affecting gravity again.
Bunsen:
Yes, yes it is.
Forgive me, Sir Isaac Newton.
(Sighs)
Tsk, tsk.
Thought I had that fixed already.
Dr. Van Neuter:
Nope.
Look, we have lunch!
(Cow flies in the room)
Bunsen:
(Glares at him)
That's Miss Gladys, you ninny!
Claudia:
Uh, hi!
(Pushes her out of the room)
Beaker:
(flies into the hall)
Mee mee!
Claudia:
Ok!
Just don't go through any windows.
You might float away.
Bunsen:
Tea, Claudia?
Claudia:
Thanks.
(Liquid flies out of the her mug)
(Follows her tea)
Bunsen:
Careful!
You're going to...
Claudia:
Huh?
(The liquid soaks his labcoat)
Bunsen:
Ah, going to put this in the washer.
Hope you are cheerful.
Claudia:
(Beams)
Dr. Van Neuter:
(Scoffs)
Sarcasm, Claudia.