"The situation is dire, sir, I don't think there's much more we can do."
"At this point an extraction is not only imminent, but necessary."
"But sir-"
"Nurse, we must commence the operation immedi-"
"Would you knock that off?" Penguin looked up from the newspaper he was reading. Situated at the table, Ed had various jars and pans filled with eggs. While he had been making quite a bit of noise over the unbroken egg bathed in vinegar earlier, Ed's interest was now directed at the egg yolk/white mixture oozing out in front of him.
"Are you saying you're finally up for a riddle?"
"Can't you just- I don't know- go plan a murder or something?"
"Oh, but you know better than anyone that timing can make or break somebody," he said, carefully directing a pipette at the egg yolk in front of him. "And right now, my devious friend, I'm lying in wait."
Penguin sighed, returning back to the newspaper in his hands. Ed smiled as he continued on with his egg operation.
He had been so enveloped in his fantasy that he hardly noticed when Oswald left. It wasn't until his cellphone buzzed that he snapped out of it. He had gotten a text message from Oswald:
Ed, could you leave the spare key somewhere like under the doormat? I forgot mine on the table. Thanks.
Edward looked up, examining the room. His eyes, glossing over the table where the key had been left, focused on the couch. Still littered with clothes, he looked it over carefully before dropping his gaze back to his cell phone.
Noworries- I've already taken care of it for you :-)
He set his phone aside, looking down at his experiment.
"Now, where were we, doctor?"