Following the directions from Norman, the fuzzy elf makes his way to a very big building complex that just reeks of *SCIENCE!* Hm. Okay. He takes a minute to assure himself that he is a big strong mutant and is perfectly capable of going into the *SCIENCE!* complex. Alone. Sure he looks like something that every person in a lab coat is going to itch to have on a slab with needles a-glistening nearby, but he can teleport! Which Osborn knows about. Crap. Screw it. Image inducer on, and in we go.
Current Mood: nervous