Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

"So you're really not going to let me do any tests on you at all?"

The jackal -- sorry, Cyrilla -- let out a noise that sounded remarkably like a sigh. "No," she informed him. "And you'd do well to take a lesson there. You can't run tests on everyone you see."

Topher waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, ethics and manners and whatever," he said carelessly. "But you're a talking jackal. So... exception?"

"No," said Cyrilla. "Not even for science."

Topher sulked.

"Now I'd advise you to start working on fixing that radio. It looks like all you have to do is replace the--"

"La la la la la!" Topher interrupted her, putting his hands to his ears. "I wanna figure it out myself. Show-off."