Williams shrugged and stepped out of the lab. No, no relation to Anthony Hopkins, he thought. If I was related to him instead of the Carthaginian conqueror of old, I'd certainly be enjoying Hopkins' buckets of money instead of working. He turned briefly to fire another shot at a twitching piece of otherworldly flesh before making his way to a wall-mounted control panel. He tapped at the keys, selecting a series of commands.<br/><br/>Seal laboratory.<br/><br/>Activate sterilization protocols.<br/><br/>Williams walked back to his office, perplexed by some of the creatures he'd just seen. No, not the shoggoth. The others. Were they...scientists? Honest-to-Azathoth scientists? More importantly, were they sane?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yes. "Sane". This coming from the man who studied the Mountains of Madness, visited R'lyeh, and extracted fungal spores from Yuggoth. The man who has </span>The King in Yellow<span style="font-style: italic"> in his literary backlog. "Sane".</span><br/><br/>Shut it, brain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No, you.</span><br/><br/>Sighing, Williams locked his office's door and stepped into the detox chamber in the back alcove. He made sure to keep the shotgun within easy reach in case something untoward should occur.