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So, I get to the lab, and guess what? My experiment from yesterday? Total disaster. I mixed up some reagents, and it looked like a scene from a horror movie. Green goo everywhere! I was like, “What the actual heck?” My boss, Mr. Van Dijk, walked in and just stared. I thought he was gonna blow a gasket. But instead, he just chuckled. I mean, who laughs at a biochem disaster?

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