Arriving back at the apartment, we set up the equipment.
I've never dissolved a corpse, and I don't exactly want to end up on FBI watchlist, so YouTube tutorial is not an option.
The only reason I knew to get these supplies was because I watched Breaking Bad, and Ammit's a Forensic Scientist, so she knew a thing or two.
"Did you hear her Graves? I've got my own serial killer name! First Class Killer!"
Wait, should I be encouraging this? She's a straight up killer.
Looking down at Ammit, she's beaming at me with her glowing blue eyes; With those cute freckles and pleading eyes, she's like a kid looking for validation from a parent.
Oh, but when she looks at me like that, I can't morally correct her.
"Yea, you'll be the next bay harbor butcher in no time."