"Tim."

"Yes brother mine?"

"Tim."

"Yes that would still be me. What do you need?" Tim asked, continuing to dig up a grave.

"You are a scientist and a surgeron."

"I'm aware."

"You are a scientist and a surgeon and you're digging up a grave at 3 in the morning!" His brother Chemy whisper shouted at him, looking around the quiet graveyard hoping that no one else was around.

"Yes well," Tim struggled, continuing to dig up the unmarked grave of some poor fellow. "I had an idea."'

"Oh no."

"What do you mean oh no?" Tim exclaimed looking at his brother who was currently trying to shush him.

"I have the best ideas!"

"You most certainly do not!" Chemy scoffed.

"Name one bad idea I've ever had."

"Attempting to literally give your heart to Ria."

Tim pouted. "I thought it'd be romantic."

"To who?"

"Oh shut up. Why don't you make yourself useful and help me dig hm?"

Chemy sighed, exasperated. "First, please just tell me why you got the sudden urge to go grave digging in the middle of the night?"

"Well you see, I was watching Frankenstein an-"

"Oh dear." Chemy sighed and reluctantly started digging. "Say no more. I know where you're going with this and if you actually say it I might just leave you here.

"But it would be so cool don't you think?" Tim smiled.

"It would be...An interesting experiment." Chemy sighed.

"Interesting? Why, it would be marvolous!" Tim's shovel hit something hard. "Ah ha! Here we are!"

They both brushed off the coffin, and after some struggle they got it out.

"Now, let's see what our new dear friend looks like shall we?"

He took the lid off and gasped in surprise, Chemy was almost sick.

Their dear new friend had no legs, and was missing an eye.

"Poor fellow..." Chemy whispered. "What could have happened to you?"

"No matter!" Tim said happily. "Nothing a few extra parts won't fix!"

Chemy shook his head in disbelief, helping his brother carry the coffin to their van.

"Why choose this one in particular?" Chemy asked, helping his brother fill the grave back in.

"Well," Tim mumbled. "His is an unmarked grave you see, and I don't think it's quite fair that they don't get to be remembered for who they are. So I thought, why not give them a second chance to properly leave their mark on this world?"

Chemy stopped, surprised. "Wow, I didn't expect such a meaningful answer from you."

"Yes well, it wouldn't sound very profound of me if I had just said it was so I could reach my dream of becoming Frankenstein."

"You're the worst you know that?"

"Sure do!"