After the test results, i Invision him kicking the brew tent over.
Throwing the beakers and camping stove against the basement wall, all while mumbling obscenities and handles from Meso.
Out of breath, oil and filler smudged on his face, he gleans his own reflection in the mirror above the wash sink, he shambles to the mirror, still mumbling, before he takes the anal beads from his pocket, sniffs them, then wraps them around his neck.
As he's slowly losing consciousness, he loosens his grip on the anal beads, still looking in the mirror, he begins laughing. "They thought they could run me out of Meso!?" Then in his best impersonation of Arnold, he calmly says "i'll be back".