No, I don't, actually... However, my friend Sheen can't get enough of the fandom. He even has UltraLord undergarments...!! I'm surprised you can still hear me while I'm deep underneath this bed... Thanks a LOT, Seymour!! 
Me: Augh!! You freaking pervert! *uncovers my head and arms, but keeps everything else underneath the blankets*
Seymour: Before I get imprisoned for life, there might be side effects to the solution I sprayed on you... *cringes* Now, this I didn't want to happen, but it actually just might... 
What KIND of side effects?! *pauses* Hey, why is my voice deeper all of a sudden?! And why is it suddenly so cramped under here?! 
Seymour: Oh, jeez. Phase one has already initiated... If it hits a youngster like you, it ages you to match the age of the nearest female. Miss, how old are you exactly?
Me: I'm 24- Uh-oh!! I have a feeling what comes next!
Seymour: Yeeeeaaaaahhhh... Both of you will be literally attracted to eachother like magnets as it forces you to... *gulp* ...mate...
Seymour, you are in HUGE- AUGH!! It's pulling me out from under the bed and literally attaching us together!! *groans as I land on the floor on top of him* OOF!! Would you kindly get OFF of me this moment?!
Me: I would, but I'm *tries to pull away, but is unable to* STUCK!! OWW!!! EEK!! *yanks one of the blankets off the bed and pulls it over them* SEYMOUR!!!! 
Seymour: That's Phase 2, alright. I am SO dead!!
Is there anything ELSE you'd like to mention?!
Seymour: If my calculations are correct, it only releases its hold on you when she's conceived... Then it returns you to your normal age. 
Dean Cane: *opens the dorm room door* Is everything alright in- Good LORD!! Is that YOU, Mr. Neutron?! Get some clothes on this moment! You, as well, miss!!
Me: We'd love to, Dean Cane, but, we're unfortunately literally STUCK together, and thanks to HIM, *points at Seymour* our clothes have been reduced to holograms on the floor! Their electromagnetic fields have been disrupted!
See for yourself! And our predicament here is a side effect of what he did to us!!
Dean Cane: *tries to pick up the electromagnetically disrupted clothes from the floor, but his hands just pass through them* HOW did this happen, Seymour Nimmelfarb?!