Mandy was dangerously close to smiling. Seeing the boy genius so flustered was unlike him, and was almost humorous. And it was all about a bug in his office.
"Mandy, I'm desperate! What if it is a bug with a disease? If I die, it would be your fault! Please! Kill it!" he begged, clinging to her desk. Mandy turned her smirking face away.
"What is it?"
"Eh?"
"What kind of bug is it?"
"Oh, a spider. But it's big!" He motioned to about a spider twice as tall as he was. Mandy had a sneaking suspicion she knew what -or rather, who- it was.
"I'll get right on that, Dexter. Now go work on some project with Hoagie or something. I'll page you when it's gone," she told him sternly.
"Thank you, Mandy!" he cried, dashing out of the room in a flash of his white lab coat. Mandy picked up her cell-phone and dialed a number.
"Hello? Yes, Billy? Well, I have a spider you might want to kill."