He promised to let us do a little anarchy! [Proud, devious.]
I...don't know.
[There's a brief pause as Kölliker concentrates. An image of glasses floating in the air, held aloft by psychic energy, Kölliker waving her nubby arms around as she tries to fold the temples and ends up...folding the entire frame into a crumpled mess. And then unfolding it in panic in an attempt to fix things and then crying.
Egon, meanwhile, is looking through a nearby drawer and squinting at its contents. He picks up a pen, inspects it, then puts it back in the drawer.]
Do you know where I left the screwdriver? I need to fix the bit on the power drill.
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I...don't know.
[There's a brief pause as Kölliker concentrates. An image of glasses floating in the air, held aloft by psychic energy, Kölliker waving her nubby arms around as she tries to fold the temples and ends up...folding the entire frame into a crumpled mess. And then unfolding it in panic in an attempt to fix things and then crying.
Egon, meanwhile, is looking through a nearby drawer and squinting at its contents. He picks up a pen, inspects it, then puts it back in the drawer.]
Do you know where I left the screwdriver? I need to fix the bit on the power drill.
[When the hell did he get a power drill?]