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H-hello? Hello. Hello, my name is Walter Bishop. Dr. Walter Bishop. I-I-I was just in my lab, you see, and now it seems I'm wandering around your town. I've lost my cellphone - and my coat. I don't have...I don't have his numbers. I can't--

Oh my. This book is fascinating, isn't it? Like a tablet computer, intranet only. Lacking in a few necessary functions, but it is certainly interesting.

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I'd thought the LSD had worn off, but I suppose perhaps it had not after all. How quaint a hallucination this all is. I'm rather proud of thinking it all up. Even a bakery. Wonderful.

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By Odin's empty eyesocket! I am a strawberry milkshake person as well! But I fail to see the connection between evil cackling and shaken milk.

But if your lair is a secret one, why are you informing me about its location? That is rather foolish. I might go and inform everyone about it. And I will cackle most evilly over it.

[This is a joke, and the amusing undertone in his voice is quite audible]

Perhaps abductors took them away. Perhaps you are compelled to buy a device to destroy them.

Preferrably one with a large laser.

What a queer saying... Although apt, considering that his socket is quite empty. But that is beside the point - strawberry milkshakes are delicious and I finally perfected a recipe for the best milkshake ever. Perhaps you would like to try?

And I don't mind visitors to the lab. So long as we aren't dealing with contagions. I wouldn't want your face to melt off. [He chuckles a little.] That was a nasty one.

...Why would I ever hurt my son? ...I can't tell if you're crazy or simply trying to make me crazy.

Unless the perfect milkshake does not contain any secret-mad-scientist ingredients. The ones that can make me feel ill and the like. Then I think I would be quite excited with tasting the perfect milkshake.

[Even though Asgardians cannot be poisoned Loki still feels to put it out there.]

Melting one's face off is no laughing matter.

I have not said that. I was musing about giant lasers.

Oh no, Astral was my guinea pig on that. Now it is more assuredly perfected and missing anything that might make you ill. Unless you are lactose intolerant, that is.

Giant lasers can be useful, but only in some capacities. I would much rather have my tool kit and my field case. Neither of which have shown up yet.

I wish to taste the perfect shaken milk. I have declared myself an expert on perfectly shaken milk. If you wish to poison me please keep in mind that that would be futile and rather unnecesary.

Perhaps you can find them in one of the shops. Items tend to appear there, you see?

[He stares at the journal for a moment, perplexed as to why this boy thinks he's going to poison him. Is it normal where he's from to poison people with milkshakes?

It isn't like he's going to put flatworms in it like he would with Olivia - but that was for a purpose and this is just a milkshake.]

You're a very odd child.

But thank you. I will visit the shops and see if they have arrived. I just hope no one has touched them. I hate it when they touch my things - they never put them back where they are meant to be.

They say that often, yes. I am not odd at all. But has your mother never told you to never accept anything coming from a stranger’s hand?

[As if he takes that advice to heart...]

I am unsure about that. Perhaps I might have needed your things to put into my collection of things, you see? I would look out for people taking your things.

[Loki is only half-serious.]

But I'm not a stranger - my name is Walter Bishop. [As if that makes everything better.]

And if you touch my things, be careful not to disturb any of them. Some of the chemicals are very volatile and I'll also be very cross with you. The arrangement is very deliberate - so don't move anything!

Yes, and how should that improve this situation? I am Loki Laufeyson. But that does not improve the situation much either.

I will be kind to your things. I promise.

Loki Laufeyson...? You were named after a mythological god?

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And don't touch my things. I'd rather you not.

No. I am Loki Laufeyson. [He shakes his head.] I hail from Asgardia, one of the Nine Realms. But I am aware of my mythological status on Midgard, yes. But I am very real, you see? Very, very real.

I am so real that I could lay my fingers on your things.

Don't touch them! Beyond invading my personal space by doing so, you could expose yourself to toxins that may very well kill you. I drank one of them once for that very reason, and you are not as versed as I am in the antidotes.

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But you say you are Loki, God of Mischief, then? ...How curious. This world can trap even such extraordinary beings.

[Well, Loki doesn’t like the prospect of dying or being killed or any of that matter. But toxins...]

How are you still alive, then? Because, as I see it, your lab is akin to that of a mad scientist. A very mad one.

I will touch your stuff. But I will remain gentle.

Aye. There are even two of us. Try to wrap your head around that!

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