Schiller stood at the door in a daze for a full two minutes. Then he turned back, rubbed his eyes, and turned around again. Seeing the broccoli stretching endlessly outside, he took a deep breath and said to himself:
"Gray Mist! Gray Mist! Have you been sneaking drinks again? Didn't I tell you? You can't drink too much Mad Wine, or I'll start hallucinating!"
"Um... judging from the information coming through your optic nerves, what you just saw probably wasn't a hallucination," Gray Mist said hesitantly.
Schiller swallowed, took a slight step back, and said to Gray Mist in his mind, "You mean this broccoli has appeared in the real world... Are you sure???!!"
"Yes, I'm sure. Symbiotes perceive the world differently from humans. We don't observe the world through any particular organ."
"But according to the analysis just relayed by the symbiote factor, there are currently more than 1,400 broccoli heads in front of you. The smallest of them is roughly fourteen times the size of the broccoli humans eat as vegetables..."
Schiller took another step back.
With a bang, he opened his umbrella. Then he covered his forehead with one hand, lowered his head, and muttered, "My God, what is going on? Is the world ending? Is Gotham ending?!!!"
Just then, Pamela and Catwoman, who had gone to change clothes, came down the stairs of the laboratory building. Seeing Schiller still waiting at the entrance, Catwoman walked over in confusion and said, "Professor Schiller, why are you still here? Oh, I get it, the car broke down, right? It's fine, I can find you another one. I'm sure the owner won't mind..."
Seeing them come down, Schiller reacted as though he had spotted a lifeline. He stepped aside to make room for Catwoman, then pointed outside with trembling