As Dr. Smithson sat in the lab, he heard a most peculiar whirring noise followed by a thud as an armchair thudded down between two shelves filled with chemicals.

“Damn L.O.U.N.G.E.R,” the man grumbled, going around the back to fuss with some of the controls. “I knew I should have gone with a telephone booth model.”

Sneaking forward, Dr. Smithson smashed the man over the head with a test tube. As he was crumbling, the man muttered. “Just you wait ’till I rejuvenate”

Dr Smithson carefully stuffed the body into a closet and locked the door.