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Flug was so tired. He was so tired, that eyes had bags. He was so tired, his paper bag, had bags. He was so tired, that he had the same dream over and over again that he was screwing parts together for his latest machine, only to wake up and find himself twisting a screwdriver into nothing but air. Man, he really needed to get some sleep. Alas, the sweet embrace of slumber would have to wait until he finished this invention in real life, as per request of his boss. So instead, Dr. Flug settled for another cup of coffee to give him the push he needed to finish. It wasn’t just any coffee either. A single man with a workload as massive as his needed a little more than your average cup of joe, so Flug had created his own formula of caffeine, one that he kept in a beaker right next to his coffee cup, so that he didn’t get it mixed up with any of the other various substances that he kept around the lab. Was it dangerous that he regularly drank something that could easily be mistaken for a mixture that would cause your guts to liquify, or a concoction that would make you bleed from your eyes? Indeed it was, but Flug was not a genius for nothing. Every beaker in his lab was carefully labeled so that there was no chance that he would accidently drink the wrong thing.
Thus, Flug poured healthy dose of caffeine concentrate into his coffee and set back to work. The after taste of his drink lingered on his tongue, which he found to be quite pleasant, tasted like raspberries. Flug guessed that somewhere in the middle of his frantic work schedule, he finally got around to making the coffee additive taste good instead of extremely bitter. When had he managed to do that? Flug just shrug to himself, he would figure it out later, as he was at the moment, he couldn’t even remember what day it was.
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Flug had made major progress with his latest invention for his boss. For those villains who wanted to catch those pesky heroes instead of annihilating them on the spot, he invented a special type of capture capsule. A villain would only need to throw the device at a Hero to capture them, and then it would shrink down for easy transportation. It may not have been a completely original idea, but it was definitely the first of its kind in real life and not in some video game. Flug just needed to test it out, and then he could get some sleep. Gosh, he was so tired. It seemed that that last cup of coffee did not go as far as he thought it would. Flug made himself another cup of coffee with his special additive and nearly spit it out the moment it made contact with his tongue. Good lord, the coffee was so bitter! How could that be? Was he so tired before that even his tastebuds were affected? Flug squinted at the contents of his coffee cup, and then inspected the beaker full of his caffeine formula. It looked normal, and it clearly said on the label “Flug’s Fucking Coffee Stuff” (he was pretty sleep deprived when he labeled it). But… it DID seem like that because this was his second cup of coffee, that there should be less formula in the beaker… especially because he remembers putting quite a bit in that first cup. His face scrunched up in puzzlement as put his mug and beaker back on the table, thoroughly confused by this situation when he happened to glance at a third container of liquid that was suspiciously close to where his coffee items were, and suspiciously half empty. Flug quickly snatched up the beaker, and his heart dropped when he read the label.
“Love Potion?!?” he shrieked.
Dr, Flug tried to calm himself down. He could handle this, he could handle this. All he did was drink a little love potion that’s all. It was no big deal really, the potion’s effects only made you fall in love with the first person you saw, and he was alone in the lab so technically, the potion had not activated and if he could just avoid looking at anyone until the effects wore off, he would be in the clear. Thankfully, there were only three people, er, things in this house to worry about, so how hard could it be? Dr Flug slowly slumped down in a chair and cradled his head in his shaking hands. Who was he kidding, this was going to be extremely difficult. Without a doubt, he was in for a hellish day.