Three Square MealsChapter 101 Lost little kittens
Professor Friedrich strolled into the cafeteria and nodded to another scientist in a white lab-coat, who was a shorter, considerably wider gentleman. “How are you this fine morning, Doctor De Vries?” “I wish I was still in bed,” the squat researcher grumbled, as he cast a dubious eye over the food on offer for breakfast. “Haskins ordered us up at the butt-crack of dawn to work on Virus Z460. Apparently, we’re running behind, but I keep telling him: you can’t rush art!” “You have my...