It creates fairies
"How do you suppose it does that?" says Dave.
"Who knows!" says Barbra. But as she shrugs, she spills the
liquid onto the ground. "Oh crap!"
You are about to scold Barbra again for spilling the mysterious
chemical onto the ground, when the liquid suddenly lifts off the
ground in a blob. It begins to move around like oil in a lava lamp,
eventually morphing into a sparkly, light blue fairy.
"Man!" said the fairy annoyed. "My form became stably
ready to get out of that beaker an hour ago, Fredrick! I don't like to
be kept waiti---"
The fairy looks over at the three of you and sighs. "You guys
aren't Fredrick... where the hell is that lazy bum!"
You look at the five inch tall fairy in awe, trying to think of
something to say.
"I think it creates Fairies!" you say.
