[The Small Experiment Hall, Castle Carfax. Mysterious organic objects lurk in jars of discoloured fluid. Three-phase power sockets feed glowing machines, into which complex pieces of chemical glassware drip slowly. Approximately three ferrets cower in a cage on the central table, guessing their fate. A door on the far side of the hall slams open, and a short twisted figure shambles in at speed.]
Oh, do be careful Igor, you nearly had that liver on the floor!
Thorry, marthter, thall I cook you thome more for dinner?
No. What is it, Igor? Why do you distract me when I'm working?
There'th a group of thtudentth outthide, marthter.
Students? Well, heat up the oil and wind the ballistas.