Ding.
1st floor. Doors open. Walks in with a steaming jar and a piece of paper stuck to it. Stands between me and the med student in the other corner of the elevator. Wisps of smoke pour out of the jar. I lean over to read the piece of paper. The font is too small. I pull a headphone out of my left ear.
Hmm, got anything interesting in there?
“Just some dry ice.”
Darn. I was hoping for a frozen brain or something.
“No, sorry. Just ice.”
Nuts.
Ding.
2nd floor. Walks out.
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