this poor beaker has copped a load of cum, 12 loads of off up and go, 3 loads of stale chewy gum, and who knows what else. this thing smells like
absolute shit, and will probably never even be noticed because no one loves it. it lives a very hard life, trapped underneath a table, with the only sign of its
existence being the reeking smell that comes from it, but no one can actually locate it. the men ig and traddos are aware of its whereabouts, but refuse to share the knowledge, for fear of the
psychology beaker being destroyed.