What does it take to get those hysterical lab assistants to give you a little elbow room? With all their flustered objections when you're just about to inject the Essence Of Life into your new Invisible Squidlike Sentient Lifeform?
So what if it regenerates and, if Igor's correct, may have telepathy and a lethal proboscis? Those babies.
You'd think that a polite cough, or the occasional kick, would make them back away and let you get down to it. But nooooo.
Now, you'll still need their assistance tomorrow - that is, if Igor's not correct - so my advice is, wear this shirt.
Point at it. Back Off: I'm Doing Science!