Dave watched as Bob's body moved itself down the stairs.
"Wow, you'd sure be handy around a minefield," Dave joked, watching the body with interest.
"And the traps wasn't me. I built my lab so tight and strong, my...boss couldn't move the information. So, he had the lock and traps put in so that no-one, including me, could mess with or get at my inventions. Funny how memory just brings everything back."
The body continued down the stairs, stepping over various charred pieces of couch. When it finally reached the bottom, nothing else had happened.
"Well, looks like we've got it good for now-"
*CLICK*
From above Bob's body, green goo dropped down onto it, quickly enveloping it. The goo began to smoke and hiss, disolving the body. Soon, there was nothing left but a small puddle of light-green goo.
"...Oh, forgot about the Sticky-Acid," Dave said, giving a worried glance to Bob's head.