Michael gently handled the clay organelles and put them in their proper places. "Thank you, Noah." After finishing putting them all in, he grabbed the metallic wicks he had put on the table earlier and set them next to each organelle, making sure not to stab the clay but the styrofoam. After he had finished, Michael took out a piece of paper, and cut strips out of it with his exact-o knife. After cutting the strips, Michael twirled it around before depositing it into his bag, almost as if he was in an old Western. Marking the paper strips one by one, Michael had slowly stuck them in the wicks. Now the project was complete, and Michael sighed a large sigh.<br/><br/>"Thank god that's done, eh?" Michael looked up at the teacher, Goldstein. "Hey, Doc, I believe we're finished."