She's not insured for this...

...But then it wasn't likely that question had even crossed Dr. Sadarus' mind. After the drug-muzzy cloud lifted from her brain and TK's predicament had become revealed to her, she'd first made a mental note to get a better security system - or maybe stop going for those late-night runs. Seemed far too often that she had uninvited guests waiting to surprise her when she got home. It had been so this time, and while she never even got a good look at them, she knew it had been several people who'd jumped and drugged her. Too many to fight, though she fuzzily remembered giving them a hell of a time. Sadarus had obviously been waiting for her to wake up, so they could do their tiresome verbal dance before he got down to business. It seemed he was getting tired of her escaping before he could get any good data on her, so he'd finally decided to cut to the chase and learn what he wanted the hard way. Hard for her, that is... A little automated vivisection would tell him everything he'd ever want to know - and get her out of his hair once and for all to boot. The cackling madman had programmed up the devices which hung ominously all about the room, and then left, "To watch from the control room - where he could avoid any...mess"... As the menacing apparatus' hummed and whirred to life, TK flew into a frenzy, desperately trying to escape the horrific lab table before it was too late...