sir. he's here early. no coffee breaks.
i don't think so.
general ford ordered me to move all tubes to the sealed vault in a wing.  only he has access. he said you weren't gonna need it for months. gillespie and his men are despondent.
sir, i don't want any more trouble.
it's bad enough that i already made one mistake and forgot to transfer one of the tubes of motaba. i seemed to have mixed it up with a tube of common cold virus. if i give you the tube, i'm sure you'll fix my mistake, sir. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gleaming aluminium test tube with the words "motaba #48" written on the side.
how do you know? i never made one before now. hold on their grins, fade up the sound of furiously rushing wind and: cut to:
are you crazy? don't touch them. those are level four viruses. the lead soldier raises his rifle at owi.