PROFESSOR KITZEL'S LAB
PROFESSOR KITZEL'S LAB His brews gush foam; their bright hues flare Steam roars and blasts; the ceiling tiles crash. A tremor rends glass; grand toil bleeds, felled Prof Kitzel is soot; his grey mane tall A volley of jeers zooms in to gore. He parries the darts; a marvel glues hope One jug sparks... Sign in to see full entry.