“Let’s go through it again, Epstitch.”

“Well, see, I drank the formula, thinking it was Sprite. But it really was a mysterious formula that altered my molecular chemistry at a primal level, causing me to revert to the form and mental savagery of our primitive ancestors.”

“Uh-huh. Go on.”

“I was possessed of the strength of ten men! Howling, I tore through the halls of BioTech! Alarms were going off! But I had to be free!”

“Okay, here’s where I’m going to stop you. Dan, hit play for me, willya? This is a CD from the security cameras. That’s you, see?”

“Yes.”

“That’s you opening your hazmat suit to drink a Sprite. There’s your supervisor telling you not to. Now you’re telling him, quote, ‘I’m Aquaman, bee-yatch,’ and pouring your drink on him. That’s you taking off your pants. And your underwear. Now you leave the lab and appear here in the lefthand frame, and take a leak in our lobby. What do you have to say about this?”

“I was exposed to something in the lab?”

“You’re fired, Epstitch.”