the leg bone's connected to the.... AGH! MY EYE! [att: Estel]

Everything in the lab was perfect. Well, almost everything, Aginor thought to himself with a giggle as he peered around his pristine laboratory.

It was like a room made of freshly fallen snow, though without any of the soft comfort that snow often held in people’s minds. No, the laboratory was forbiddingly sterile. Definitely not a place one would find any comfort. It was a place of hard, angular lines, and sharp and ominous devices. Strange flasks bubbled over strange red-hot metal coils on a white table, while on another white table what appeared to be a half-dissected Myrrdraal head lay resting as if he had just lain down for a nap. Another white table held a large number of hard-bound books. Strange burners fed carefully controlled blue flames that heated, in turn, glass tubes so fine nary a bubble could be seen on still another white table. In fact, if one had the presence of mind to look closely, precise increments measured the amount of liquid in tubes all around the room. Though, to be honest, other than the man in the pure white lab coat, none of the room’s visitors were ever in the state of mind to give a lot of attention to the lab’s finer details.

Giggling madly, Aginor thought to himself, No, I think they’ve more ‘personal’ things on their minds. The mad scientist strolled around the room, caressing the various instruments with more love than he would ever show another living thing. This room is where he worked his “real” magic.

Looking around, he surveyed his carefully controlled, completely immaculate laboratory and smiled like a king looking at his treasury. Finally, he turned to the figure in the middle of the room, to his most precious gem. Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he gamboled about the room, celebrating the fine specimen that he had acquired. “But you are NOT sanitary, no sir. Not even clean! But that is no matter.” Continuing his insane dance around the room, he finally slowed down and approached the central table,

“Oh, this will be fun!” he cackled aloud around the cigar in his mouth as he patted the giant, unconscious, nude man. Heavily bound by wrists, ankles, and throat in a spread-eagle, the man obviously wasn’t there of his own volition. “Well, it won’t be fun for you big boy, but don’t feel bad. You’re doing it for SCIENCE!” Giggling more madly still, he looked around for a place to put out his cigar.

“Burn me, nobody these days appreciates a good cigar. Now where is my ash tray?!” Looking around the room, and running his hands through his already disheveled hair, he spotted the only likely repository for his lit cigar… the large man’s closest eye.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” the man bellowed as the intense pain of the burning brand in his left eye ripped him into consciousness.

“Oh!” said Aginor happily. “Are you awake? Then we will begin… this is going to hurt a bit. Well, likely more than just a bit.” Giggling again as he held up a wickedly sharp looking scalpel, Aginor pulled a sanitary mask over his mouth and nose.

Isha, bound and filled with impotent rage and terror, screamed again. It was only his second scream of the day, but he would soon lose count.