Two guys, a girl, and a lab (some evil mice and rhyming names, also)

There are two guys renting some of our lab space (at least I assume they're renting it, but what do I know? They could be bartering with Cheetos and I would be oblivious. The point is that they're there) and I have a few random things to say about them. Don't worry, I won't bore you with a well-written introduction, or logical transitional statements, or any of that nonsense. Let's do a list! A liiiiiist!

• I would really prefer that their names rhyme, just because it would be cute. And easier to say, too. AND, if I change all of the letters in the name of one of them, I could make it rhyme with the other guy's name, and the new name is a real name and everything! And he even gets to keep his first letter! But noooo, he won't answer to the new name that I've given him. Isn't that rude? Especially since the other one is always calling me bizarrely incorrect names like Amy or Karen. Whatever, I answer anyway.
• They're doing something that involves science (that's about all I know) and so, to amuse myself, I have decided that they have conversations that are not unlike those of Pinky & the Brain. (For the sake of argument, let's call them Muff and Puff. Because THAT RHYMES, and it's CUTE.)

  Puff: Muff, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
  Muff: I think so, Puff, but wouldn't the chicken notice he was missing a toe?

  Or -

  Muff: What do you want to do tonight, Puff?
  Puff: The same thing we do every night, Muff. TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD.

  I hope that's not what they're doing. And I'm afraid to ask, because I'm afraid they'd tell me and then have to kill me.
• They make me feel like a serious underachiever because they're undergraduates and yet they're inventing stuff. I haven't invented a blasted thing. Even Scott has invented something - noodles with Ragu or Prego or whatever's on sale at Kroger. (Shhhh - he thinks he invented that complicated culinary masterpiece, and I don't have the heart to tell him differently. He was so proud when he told me, "I ate something that I invented!" Which, incidentally, is a scary statement when a male chemist says it.)
• I keep forgetting that they're back there, and I'm used to being in the lab by myself in the evenings, so I'll be all rocking out to It's Tricky or some such thing while I'm cleaning glassware or doing something else monotonous that a monkey could do, and one of them shows up out of nowhere and scares the crap out of me. And it doesn't help that I have this crazy hypersensitive startle reflex - those cans of biscuit dough that pop open give me at least four cardiac episodes. So I'm sure they think that I'm some crazy girl who is always jumping seven feet in the air for no reason. I do count those scary encounters as aerobic exercise, though, which is a good thing.

You know, I'm going to miss working at the lab. I think there's only one aspect of the lab that I won't miss. It's been a great place to work while I was in school, really.

And you know who I completely forgot existed? Kid 'N Play. That is all.