Let me tell you something about interns. Most of them are useless. They fog up my goggles, they pronounce "Luminol" wrong (it’s LOO-min-all , Karen), and they have the audacity to ask if I “really need three different sizes of tweezers.”
But she has one habit that terrifies me. masuka intern dexter
Here’s the weird part. Every time my boy Dexter (the blood spatter analyst, not the intern—stay with me) walks into the room, Intern Masuka gets very stiff. She stares at his shoes. She stares at his gloves. Let me tell you something about interns
I got an intern named .
So I Got an Intern. Her Name is Masuka Too. (This is either fate or a clerical error.) they pronounce "Luminol" wrong (it’s LOO-min-all