My Anomalous Containment Is Too Scientific

"Mr. Tesla, if you secretly charge Louis XVI's guillotine again, I will stuff you into Edison's coffin board." "Father Mendel, that's just a sweeping robot. It can't be hybridized with a robot dog. You'd better not listen to Darwin and let it grow a few more legs." "Dr. Pavlov, it is forbidden to ring bells in the cafeteria to train colleagues to secrete saliva! Don't go to Mendeleev's casino to participate in gambling. The periodic table of elements is not for you to shake dice!" "Hey, isn't this Lord Newton? You just arrived here, right? The Physicist Hall of Fame is waiting for you to preside over it? What, you don't want to see these people? That's just right, a group of insects are having a meeting in this room, and you can definitely do well in politics together." "Everyone, please do your best. Wouldn't it be better for you to lie dead in the textbook?" As the Chief Container of the Anomaly Bureau, Liu Xin finally understood why the portraits in the textbooks all had straight faces - these guys were more scary when they laughed than when they cried.