[His broadcast finished, Albert has opted to take a few minutes to brush off Gandhina, divest himself of his gloves, wash his hands, and head into the kitchen to get himself an extra-strength cup of coffee before checking back in to see his messages. As such, he's in an easy chair when this particular video snaps on, and Gandhina, now maskless, is running around contentedly outside as her reward for being a good dog today.]

No side effects yet, but the testing I've done so far is still pretty limited — just samples in petri dishes and now Gandhina. In theory it ought to work just as well on a person because the neutralizing agent isn't what kicks off the violent reactions, but given the way the laws of nature get bent around here, I'm also not really in a hurry to just hose somebody down with it and see what happens.

[He takes a long drag on his coffee, noting that sudden loss of good spirits. Albert's used to spending Thanksgivings alone — has done it for years — but it's still among his favorite holidays, and spending it alone doesn't mean he's willing to let it go uncelebrated, either.]

Yeah. Next Thursday. At least for those of us who aren't aliens and warlords and ponies around here.