“Oh, I don't know really. Let me see now. I've got to distil the glass down to its basic components, extract your DNA and separate its vying chromosome signatures, infuse the requisite one into the mixture, form that into a stable compound, set it to the required thickness, and give it a bit of a polish. Give me half an hour.”
“Really!” said Ollie. Normally it'd take Crumble that long to uncross his legs.
Half an hour later after a cuppa and a bit of toast, Ollie returned to the lab.
“Ollie, my boy what kept you? I was finished ages ago.”
There, sitting on the workbench, propped up by a couple of beakers and a mug, was a large, rectangular thing covered by a sheet.
“Is that it?” asked Ollie, pointing at said large, rectangular thing covered by a sheet.
“What, this large, rectangular
