“Closer, a little closer…” muttered Jackson. “Almost there… Yes! It works!” He started dancing, and ended with a y nose, because he was standing in a 5 square feet space, with two assistants next to him and a table that took up half the room in front of him. He crawled over it and reached the door, which he opened with a shove. As his helpers followed him, the one that he had just completed knocked over a test tube. Jackson looked back. “AUGGGHHHHH!” he shouted as the explosion threw him 50 feet to the other side of the chamber he had just entered. He saw his assistant land next to him, now a molten pile of metal, with a rubber band that was starting to vaporize. Now his whole face was covered with pain. He could only imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t made his walls of Silly Putty. The had all laughed… He picked himself up and then fell back down, feeling his ribs ing from a boot resting on his back. “That’s enough stem cell research for now, Johnson.” said a voice. “But I’m Jac-”