[[A door opens, revealing a silhouetted figure.]]

Joel: Excellent, the new diabetic samples!  I've been waiting all week 
      for these.  Looks like they tracked down those bile mutants as well.
Andrew: Evening, Dr. Joel.  You know the routine.  You're receiving twelve
      litres.  Sign here, last name and initial here.

[[As the door closes, a shadow falls across it.]]