[One thing can be said about that shock tool... it erased any notion of retaliation in his mind. After a little while longer her sits up and gropes for his glasses, plastering them clumsily back on his face and getting to his feet. Trying to somehow trawl up some of the dignity lost to the depths of ego, miscommunication and instinct. Tugging his torn labcoat staight. Dusting himself off.]

Thanks Mordin. I uh... Smithers, you watch the film growth for a while. I'm... I'm going to go get some air, and try to forget the last five minutes of my life ever happened.

[And he does.]