Bortus looked at the bottle, then at the desperate faces around him. “You are asking me to weaponize… Pepto-Abysmal?”
“It’s… eating,” said Chief of Security Alara Kitan, her brow furrowed. “It’s not attacking. It’s just really, really hungry.”
“You idiots!” Dr. Fen shrieked, not with fear, but with academic rage. “You’ve ruined it! We were this close to proving the ‘Great Flavor Hypothesis’!”
A moment of profound silence fell over the group. Then, everyone turned to look at Bortus, who had just transported down to assist. In his hands, he held a half-empty bottle of his favorite beverage.