[ Santana’s back at it again, looking disgusted that she even has to be here and that someone murdered a very nice dude who wasn’t even like five feet tall!

Whatever, time to get started. She sets a bottle of medicinal ether on her podium. ]

Stephen and I found this in the infirmary, and knowing you people, I’m guessing this stuff wasn’t poured down the drain where it belongs. Apparently it causes asphyxiation. Gross.