A few documents indicated that SCP-184 could be brought into a home and allowed to affect the dwelling for 50 pounds sterling per half hour. These documents were unconfirmed by residents.
He felt emasculated by her compliment, so he went to her home planet and killed all the giant people. And not just the men, but the women and children too.
She treated him like an animal, so he slaughtered them like animals
We'll go out into garden and pull up some chairs. I can get a fire going but you might need to hose off the fox shit from the various surfaces. Do you know storm drain fishing is?
The dry lab informatician sits by themselves in a tiny windowless corner, surrounded by the hottest and loudest machines known to man, staring unblinkingly at a dark rectangle on the screen for 12+ hours a day, muttering only to themselves whilst biting the corner of their thumbs, and interacting with no one except when grabbing a water or a coffee.
The wet lab drama is just around the corner but they refuse to acknowledge it nor participate in the endless discussions, nor even make eye contact with anyone in the outside world.
They are frequently praised by the Prof who has no idea what they actually do, only that they are by far the cheapest employee due to them not constantly ordering reagent kits every 30 seconds.
Trebuchet seems good...?