BaronBeast

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS HYPER SCAT AND FARTS OF A WORLD ENDING NATURE. Lord-Professor Leonard Schultz walked majestically through the underground laboratory at the heart of the Rothersford Base. He was an ambitious, corporate man, gifted with handsome looks, strong physicality, and vitality that made him stride with much more vigour than his fifty years suggested. The walls of the laboratory were steel plated and surprisingly cold as millions of credits worth of equipment kept the facility unpleasantly frigid. Nevertheless, the Professor wore a white business suit that matched the white of his corporate hairstyle. A laboratory coat was flung over his shoulder like a half-cape. Lesser scientists gawped in surprise and then stepped out of his way. Schultz rarely left his office topside yet knew the inner chambers like the back of his hand. The PhDs knew better than to even slow his progress. Down the end of a long corridor was a circular hydraulic door. Two guards in full