They call me Dr. Worm. Good morning. How are you? I'm Dr. Worm.

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[Thin, worn out and clearly having been on the wrong side of a fight; burnt, bruised and bleeding in some places suggest at least Vexen(AKA:Mr Hyde) had a good time, leaving Even to deal with whatever consequences. He's been reluctant to attempt using potions so far since he'd rather not find out the hard way if it reacted badly with the chemical cocktail in his blood. It needed more testing... and some stronger cages for those mice wouldn't go amiss either.
For now, Even would have simply liked to pass out for a century or two- instead his room has been redecorated with numerous and exceedingly fabulousgarish suits. Standing outside the room, between this and his injuries, he's quite sure he doesn't want to know.

Mr Palm, we believe you've been previously introduced to Mr Face, correct?]

You don't want to know, you don't want to know, you don't want to know...