Bunsen Burn Ya #89

Working late in the laboratory, taking a break from untangling double helices, Bunsen Burn-Ya turned her efforts back towards her secret pet project. She knew she had to be close… Bunsen had been working on the perfect blend of chemicals and attitude that would forever change the face of derby, and she had that gut feeling that the answer was nearly upon her. She glanced back at the dummy body lying on the table and told it that her time to tear up the track would be closer than she knew. Bunsen hoped that her brew would not only bring the dummy to life, but give her the proper skill it needed to dominate the flat track. The aesthetics had been easy for Bunsen, ripped stockings, red lipstick and a tiny skirt, it was the potion that she could not seem to perfect. She mixed and stirred and hypothesized for hours before realizing she was parched. Blinded by the thought of her potential scientific masterpiece, Bunsen reached for her cream soda. Taking her first gulp, Bunsen instantly felt sassy, a queer feeling for the normally quiet scientist, she took another sip wondering what this new emotion was. She looked down and saw a swirling green elixir in her hand, she had grabbed a beaker instead of a bottle! The beaker fell to the floor and smashed as Bunsen doubled over, overcome by the urge for chaos. Bunsen knew what happened, she ha d drunken her own blend! She knew she had the attitude, but was the skill there? She hiked up her skirt and strapped on her quads and headed down to the rink. Her concoction worked perfectly, she nimbly burned through the track left and right, leaving a wake of bruised and confused girls behind her. Bunsen Burn-Ya had left the laboratory and found her place among the Alley Kats.