He blinked again.
He was getting ready to blink three times, in order to possibly clear up this crazy dream, until he then remembered that he had already tried it before.
"That fluid isn't supposed to irritate your eyes, unless there's something about you that we havn't found out yet," the weird talking... thing said. In Ranma's eyes, it looked suspiciously like a tanuki that had gotten breasts and put on a labcoat, or something like that.
"Glub blarg glubglub glub?" The womans eyes narrowed, and Ranma, despite all of his training and battles, suddenly had the urge to find a cave to seal himself inside.
"If this 'tanuki' of yours is supposed to be an insult, then you're going to find yourself veeeeery inconvinienced..." she warned, letting her glare send out the message.
Even the tint of the glass wasn't going to try to intercept the message; the poor martial artist nodded his head frantically, until an idea whacked him in the back of the head. "Glaaa, glarg bluhbluh bluuh glarg?" he queried.
The odd furry woman stopped glaring at him, satisfied with putting the fear of herself in him. "Oh, I've learned how to understand people when they're trying to talk in those tanks a long time ago; helps with experiments, after all," she replied, turning to a console.
If the sinking feeling that Ranma had hadn't reached his feet yet, the next figure that came through the door insured that it sailed like the Titanic. It was a walking fish tank, complete with robotic eyeballs a pointed arms, both figuratively, in that instead of a fish, it had a floating brain, and literally, in that, along with the brain, was a small fish.
"Dr. Nesbit! What the hell are you up to this..." a mechanical voice erupted from the robot, only to trail off after its eyes located the naked martial artist. "... what, an alien? You know that's Sector 51's area."
"Wrong, Jim," the scientist now known to Ranma as Dr. Nesbit replied, tapping a few buttons on the console, which lit up a screen nearby. The green screen instantly filled with numbers and letters that had no meaning to Ranma whatsoever. "Found the guy after I accidentally ripped a hole in the space-time continuum trying to make blueberry muffins."
Somehow, thanks to the miracle of creepy technology, Jim managed to glare at the scientist. "You still are messing with that? First it was power shortages, now this!"
"Blurgglarb?"
"No, you can't have muffins," Nesbit replied as she pulled some seemingly random levers. She looked over at the robot. "When you're able to scare the director into giving you more funding, you can do whatever the hell you want. Besides, the information I've gotten on this specimen is pretty interesting."
Jim, his brain still that of a scientist, could not resist clomping his way over to the terminal. "Really? What?"
"FOr one, it seems like this kid has a genetic similarity to monkeys. Never mind the fact that he's hairless, doesn't have a tail, and looks like a moron.
"Glarg!"
"Also, if he ages the same way as us, he's pretty young," the scientist continued, ignoring Ranma's indignant glarble.
"What difference does that make?" the fishbowl asked.
Dr. Nesbit tapped on the screen with her furred forefinger. "Again, back to the monkey business; if we're comparing him to a monkey, then he would have above average muscle mass, as well as a good immune system. Later, I'm going to get him out of the tank and have him perform some... activities... to test his cardiovascular, his strength, and some other things."
Jim blinked, then look at his collegue. "You're not serious! You're going to..."
The robot reeled back when she kicked him in the jar. "Of course not! Who knows what weird hairless monkey viruses he could have on him that I haven't found?"
"Glarg!" Ranma shouted, very annoyed. Then he was very... cautious, after recieving a glare from Nesbit.
"Shut up, you. Besides, you aren't the biggest I've seen..." she trailed off as her eyes glazed over slightly, while Ranma covered his... pride with his legs, feeling very insulted.
Jim, seemingly recovered from the attack, skittered over to her. "So what, pray tell, are you going to tell the others!!!" he shouted. Or vibrated, considering that he had speakers, or something...
Dr. Nesbit shrugged as she grabbed a donut from a nearby box. "Nothing, really. Do they really need to know?" she asked, munching on the sprinkled pastry.
"I'll tell Dr. Coolhands," Jim threatened, causing Dr. Nesbit to stiffen. Slowly, she leaned back.
"Oh, you wouldn't..." she began, but was interrupted by a whooping sound, and the red flashing lights that accompanyed it. Eyes widening, she looked behind her to see that she had sat on a big, red button that read below it: "Don't touch! Seriously!"
"God, now what did you do?" Jim asked, with fear in his voicebox.
"Blah, blarg glaar glargglarg?" Ranma asked, with confusion in his bubbles.
"Heh, looks like I accidentally..."
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