The crackling of electricity filled the lab, running through bicycle pumps tied together on a table.
“It’s alive!” Igor yelled.
The electricity shut off.
“No, it’s not. It’s melting all over my equipment.”
The lights came back on an angry man in a lab coat.
Igor flipped the pumps off the table. “Sorry, Master.” He began lining up women shoes.
The man circled the workspace.
“What is it you are attempting, Igor?”
“Making a pumpkin.” Igor pulled a crown off the melted pumps and put it on the shoes.
“You know they’ll be on post-Halloween sale tomorrow, right?”
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