Maps currently had his hands full of spoons, a few petri dishes, two household cleaners from under his kitchen sink, one giant vial, a pack of gum, and the assignment sheet in his mouth. Maps had asked Benji to come over and work on an experiment and Benji had promised to actually help this time, even though he wasn’t doing much to help at all. His friend wasn’t being a very good Watson after all, since he’d just watched reruns of Who Wants to be a Millionaire on TV and ignored Maps’ pleading for helping with the two-man job of holding, and pouring at the same time, without destroying his mom’s kitchen. “You’re a slave driver, you know that?” Maps heard Benji yell at him as he stood up from his slumped over position on the sofa and walked to the front door. Benji had apparently thought it would be funny to come over to Maps’ house in his green lycra bodysuit he’d been wearing for the Bio presentation. He also thought it would be funny to roll up one of the malleable petals and tape it to a very suggestive place on the front of the suit.
