On his twenty-sixth birthday, Victor Niguel sat in his lab attempting to devise the ultimate cure for the Pempti strain of G.U.I.L.T. He had no plans for celebration when his shift was over, finding the cure for the disease that had claimed the life of the former Head Director of Caduceus would be enough of a present for him.

"… So, being the "idiots" that we are, me and Tyler will waltz right into the lab and annoy him, and then Angie and Dr. Myers will walk in wearing stripper outfits which I will get from the fancy dress shop. What do you guys think?"

"That sounds great…"

WHACK! Tyler was hit over the head with a clipboard.

STAB! Tyler was given general anaesthetic.

"Cybil, Angie, was that really necessary?"

"Yes."

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