Rene reached forward and squashed Alan Paper's head and shoulders flat.
He pulled the flattened genius out from under the chest. He instructed Dan Flatt to bring Matt Dorman as he was: a head and shoulders with a folded flattened body from his chest down. As they headed to the basement, they could here a yapping. In the basement, Dan saw a golden retriever puppy scampering around a collapsable baby enclosure. The floor was covered with soiled newspapers.
"Well, the boy genius can't believe that the "dumb fuck grad student who got the job" cause he "really know how to give head" developed such an incredible formula. I guess, Alan Paper's useless as a researcher. Let's see how he does at paper training Einstein." Rene nodded toward his dog.
"Wha--? Nuh!" muttered an aghast Matt.
Dan wasn't surprised, he'd guessed Rene's actions the moment he saw that Rene was paper training a dog. Rene had a twisted sense of humor as far as puns went. He'd already used Alan Paper as wallpaper, and Matt Dorman as a shower mat. Dan's own last name Flatt had already been a source of amusement to the twisted skate punk.
"Oh, from the way he talked to you, Matt, I thought you'd be pleased with his punishment? Perhaps, you would like me to restore Alan so that he can walk all over your flattened form, or perhaps you would like me to restore you and let you play with Alan?"
"Uh, I uh?"
"Speechless? Guess, you really do have a thing for paper boy. Tell you what, Matt, you give us the formula, and all your research, and when I develop an antidote, I may let you decide whether to cure you two or let Dan take care of you. Oh, my Golden Boy just discovered your lab's golden boy." The puppy is sniffing and scratching at Alan's flattened form. He raises his leg and marks his territory. Matt gasps.
"First, I want to know your security codes, and then we'll diagram where everything is at the lab, and..."