Echo is a mad scientist. Or not.

>You are Echo.
>Freelance scientist!
>By no means, a mad scientist.
>or so you would hope.
>But no matter!
>You have just completed the prototype of something you've been working on for months!
>If you weren't so excited, you would have stopped EEEing hours ago!
>What is this device, you might ask?
"Well, my good friend Anonymous.." you pause.
"This is the Molecular Olfactory inversion array!"
>Biting the tarp covering your magnificent creation, you unveil your prized work.
>Your hoof strikes a button on the floor that queues an electric audience gasping in awe.
>Anonymous' eyes go wide at the forboding looking machine that looks as though it were a railgun off of a spaceship.
>"Echo, that better not atomize people..." his hands are covering his face in despair.
>"You know what happened last time you did something like this, my refrigerator was found over two hundred kilometers away." He's giving you a very firm, questioning stare.
>Heh, the YAK-7 fridge launcher worked alright.
>The fridge, however, couldn't withstand the power of your engineering prowess.
"OH, but it doesn't atomize or launch things, Anon, you must be being driven batty by this device already!" You snicker at your highly elaborate and well-written pun.
"What does my creation do? It's name is so obvious, isn't it?"
>As you spoke, you struck another button that clamps Anon's wrists to the chair in which he sits!
>Still not a mad scientist, you swear!
>At the same time, the would-be weapon rotates on a turntable that allows it to point directly at Anon!
>You lost your medical license because of reasons other than this, it's true!
>Anonymous struggles in his restraints.
>"Dammit Echo not this shit again! Is it because I didn't give you that mango smoothie the other day?!"
"No, Anonymous. I have my reasons."
>You walk to a heavy industrial switch that takes all of your weight to turn.
>The switch makes contact, and the machine makes a massive shuddering noise, and the spooling of a jet turbine.
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>The sweat on Anonymous' face begins to reflect the cyan light coming from inside the device's barrel.
>The machine's whine grows louder each second and the room begins to heat up from the amount of energy being consumed.
>"Echo! T-TURN IT OFF!"
>You can't stop laughing!
>Victory is at hand, it's finally happening!
>ANONYMOUS IS FINISHED THIS TIME
>I'M STILL NOT A MAD SCIENTIST, SHUT UP!
>Anon begins to scream, the light too bright to keep his eyes open.
>The little happy face on the control panel lights up.
>It's time!
>You slam your hoof into the button and the machine begins to shake violently!
>Surely the magnetic containment field should remain stable, you were sure of it.
>"GOD DAMMIT ECHO!"
>The machine reaches it's peak and fires.
>All you hear is a loud SMACK and Anon questioning what just hit him in the face.
>"ECHO WHat...t-the f...fuc...."
>He goes limp in his chair and the restraints let go of his wrists.
>It was an elaborate ruse the entire time!
>You circle around the machine to find Anon sulking over in the chair, with a rag on his face.
>A rag soaked in chloroform!
>He fell for it, he was out cold!
>Still not a mad scientist, quiet you!
>You trot around behind him and sit him up in his chair, removing the rag from his face and tossing it on the floor with your hoof.
"If I asked Anon, you would've said no."
>You plan worked.
>Anon went to bed when you wanted him to.
>And now you could bite his neck and be uncontested.
>You fell asleep on the couch in the other room, warm and full.
>Anonymous would also smell like lychees for at least a month, before the effects wore off.
>A mad scientist's creatons dont usually work.
>That's why you're not a mad scientist.
>You're a bat scientist.
>And you even got a meal out of this one.
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