Helpful Harvey: Part Two
- Tori Hamlin
- 3 days ago
- 5 min read
By Tuesday night, Harvey’s living room looked like a crime scene for a particularly nerdy homicide. Vials of viscous fluid, labeled with Sharpie and sticky notes, sat next to the battered remnants of several sacrificial rotisserie chickens (he swore the protein was essential for the reaction). There was a spreadsheet on his laptop open to a pivot table labeled “Breast Mass % Increase (Subjective),” and under the table, his test mouse staggered in circles, tits dragging conspicuously along the base of its plastic cage. Harvey logged a data point and grinned.
