Guarded by a chipped and rusting blue door, this laboratory is almost entirely wallpapered with inane theorems and scribbled equations. Those who've read them express some concern for the author's mental state- almost none of them make any sense, and the ones that do take strange, winding routes to reach their conclusions. The spaces not covered with rambling papers are full of expired and nonsensical experiments- or taken over by the luna hundos that roam freely. The scientist responsible never leaves, according to his neighbors, but there is no recent trace of him inside either. Strange.