[It's about two thirty-four in the afternoon, which means that Winston is about to be interrupted by Egon bursting into the room, holding a strange spherical device that looks almost medieval in nature. Wires and alligator clips seem to go in every direction from the device like some sort of wild electronic hair.
8/24 or something
In an unconcerned tone, he says--]
Winston, do you have a moment? I need your brain.