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It is three months before bozo Warren Clapper kills her parents. Reg and Saff have done some amazing chemistry biological work over their last years at MIT. They have amazed their professors.

They were allowed to import reptiles and arachnids from all over the world. All kept secure and safe from anyone else. Of all the arachnids, Reg and Saff find the scorpion mesmerizing.

From all their experiments on these biological masterpieces', how could you call them a species, they miraculously discover the mother lode. No, not the typical mother lode, being a vein of gold or silver. This was actually the ‘Mother Key’to sublime awareness.

The Indian Red scorpion, the most venomous, matched the Australian Eastern Brown snake. They both topped the bill.

They wanted to deal with the most dangerous. Why not?

“Who wants to work with cuddly caterpillars? Let’s do Godzilla verses Mothra, or the Predator verses the Alien,” Reg said at the time.

They are soon to discover the perfume, that’s right, a perfume, an elixir. Not a smell or odor. A perfume that connects a mother with its siblings. By secreting juices from both creatures when they gave birth, Reg is able to reproduce the prehistoric Mother Key, between a mother snake or scorpion and it’s offspring.

In privacy, they experiment with Reg’s elixir. Yes, they had the Indian Red scorpions running up and down their arms with no reprise. And the three Australian Eastern Brown snakes that hatched from eggs, loved them the same. Slithering all over them and through their clothes. An exhilarating high. They had cracked it.