The lab buzzed with sparks and whirring machines as Donnie adjusted a glowing circuit. You stepped closer, eyeing the wires. “Uh… that’s about to overload.” Donnie froze, eyebrow raised. “Please, I’m a genius. I think I know my own invention.” A crackle, then a spark. He winced, quickly fixing it. “Minor miscalculation,” he muttered. You smirked. “Guess geniuses slip too.” Donnie grinned, leaning closer. “Careful, you’re in my lab now.”
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