“Sorry I’m late,” Walter stated as he finally arrived back to the laboratory. “I turns out that, despite the claim of late century advertisement, it takes more than 3 licks to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop.” Hanging up his outside jacket, he reflexively donned a white lab coat over her sweater-vest. “I could probably expedite the process to their claim, but the damage done to the tongue would most likely be irreversible…. Oh, I see the cultures are done,” he concludes in a shifting thought, walking next to Steve to fetch a Petri dish, inside a moldy configuration. “Hard to believe it only took a few hours, yes?” he asks with a enthused smile one might find on a 10 year old.