You think all I am capable of is a verbal abyss of "meeps?" Not so, dear readers, not so. I can type and for the first time, I will disclose to you my anger, my rage...
I went from being the assistant to Honeydew and have been fouly degraded to something of his trusty bitch-ass steed! Bunsen (aka Honeydew) has managed to stick foreign objects inside every unsuspecting orifice of my puny, pencil like body. I can just hear him..."Come now Beaker, this won't hurt a bit." But it does, Bunsen...it does.
And for the record, I am not a pencil of some sort. I think the intention was for me to favor a flesh colored beaker. Yes...that's it. I am in a constant state of shock and I cannot explain to you why I have red hair and lightbulb eyes. If I were to take human form, I would more than likely favor my hero from MadTV, Stuh-stuh-stuh-stan the Java Man.