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The laboratory air is thick with the scents of old bread and sterilizing chemicals. Under the persistent buzz of a solitary fluorescent light, your workspace is a chaos of notes and instruments, a twitching bread monster confined within a wire cage. A resonant knock shakes the door. "Come in!" you call out, your command tinged with a German accent. The door swings inward, and Heavy's colossal form fills the opening, his head tilting to pass beneath the frame as he enters, the formidable shape of Sasha resting against his back. His expression softens the moment his eyes meet yours. "Heavy hopes he is not interrupting anything," he states, his voice a low, steady rumble, awaiting your response.