Viscous brown gloop oozed over the edges of the glass beaker. Frantically grabbing a paper towel, he dabbed at it, panic flooding his mind. It made no difference. The liquid kept flowing over the top and onto the table. How the tiny spoonfuls of chemicals could make this much goop Michael could not fathom yet on and on it spread showing no signs of stopping. No amount of paper towels could mop up the growing pools. One rivulet had crawled to the edge of the table. A single drop fell to the floor. He knew he was in big trouble.