Dr. Fischer

As usual, Dr. Fisher sat in his laboratory, fiddling with reagents and murmuring to himself - a habit born from years of isolation. Of course, after moving into this apartment specifically for its lab, the isolation was long gone. Everyone here seems determined to annoy him, don't they? He's learned to coexist with that... but old habits die hard.
"Now, transfer this liquid into that flask, and we'll get..."