[Carlisle gives Qubit a quizzical look, but does as he's told, a little relieved that he may not be stomping in another husk's skull. He gives the zombie a disgusted look as they approach, the fellow thoroughly pinned beneath the shelves and bottles. It'd be a piteous sight if it hadn't happened to such an abhorrent creature.
Not that Carlisle has much room to talk, much to his chagrin. His eyes go from the pinned undead to his companion, wondering where he's going with this. At least they aren't arguing anymore, and Qubit isn't accusing him of... well.]
I suppose it depends on what said experiment is and what it entails.
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Not that Carlisle has much room to talk, much to his chagrin. His eyes go from the pinned undead to his companion, wondering where he's going with this. At least they aren't arguing anymore, and Qubit isn't accusing him of... well.]
I suppose it depends on what said experiment is and what it entails.