Obviously, if I had a lab in this dumb world I would be there, and not in this stupid kitchen. Even if there is a lab somewhere in this, this, this labyrinthine building from M.C. Escher's worst nightmares, do I look like I have, have the time to go looking for it? [He waves an Erlenmeyer flask filled with neon green liquid in it at the annoying small tree-themed child.] I'm a busy man. Got, got places to be.