Heckyl: "Can you stop screaming every ten seconds? I can't hear if my arm is squeaking."
*His eyes, as usual, were hanging half-open. His coat was draped over the backrest of the chair. His State Alchemist's pocketwatch was sitting on the desk right next to him, and was in view of his camera. Either he didn't notice or didn't care. Knowing him, it was probably the latter.*