Well, that sounds like a bag of screaming nightmares waiting to happen. That and one bejeezus of a lawsuit, you're lucky this little town don't have lawyers. Not that I met, anyway.

[Stan takes a second to study the guy, thinking his question over. His first impression of, too good looking, too polite, probably an axe murderer wasn't too far off, and Stan ain't surprised to realize it. He's got a good feeling for people. It's just that with this kid it's experiments instead of axes. Scientists.]

You know what, yeah. I might know a guy. But you're gonna' keep that test subject bullhockey to yourself, alright? Do you think you can handle that? 'Cause if you experiment on Ford, I'm gonna' be poofin' you, got it?

[It's impossible to say that sorta' thing without a good poke to the other guy's chest. Here, Virgil, have a poke.]