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Timmy received three ampules for his birthday. He thought that they were meant for juggling, but his uncle told him that was not the case. Then he wondered if they might be for dessert, but his mother told him to be quiet. And when he stayed quiet, his sister accused him of sulking, so he started tap dancing to prove her wrong. "Chrikey" his grandfather said, and turned up the news - knocking one of the ampules onto the floor accidentally. When it burned a hole through the linoleum, Timmy was thrilled, but when it kept going and ate its way into the cement below, his uncle gave him the look.
He fainted dead away.
Cousin Quince 'tsked' and pretended it was uncle's gas getting the best of him as she gathered him up to bed.
Timmy was left alone.
The question was, were the other two the same?
It could be like those sampler four packs of chocolate where as soon as you decide you like a piece, you never get that flavor again. Then again, the boxed where they were all marshmallow frappes with jelly were a pain, too. He couldn't decide if he liked corrosive acid or not. With no one around to base his reaction on, it was taking him a while to find his authentic internal self.
An hour and a half later, after a carton of mint chocolate chip Haagen-Dazs, an episode of "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" and a good cry, he found it.
Picking up one of the two remaining ampules and carefully storing one in each pocket, he carefully gathered up the two halfs of the opened ampule and carefully made his way out othe front door. Timmy knew of a bully down the street who might be interested in his science experiment. He was interrupted by that little pest Bobby, who was a whole year younger.
"What ya got? What ya got?" Bobby asked.
