Dexter [cracked]: Masuka Intern

If I end up on a slab next week with a neat little needle mark in my neck, tell the world I died doing what I loved: wearing a Hawaiian shirt and talking about the refractive index of semen.

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.” masuka intern dexter

She walks in. She’s quiet. Too quiet. You know who else is quiet? Spiders. Snipers. And my coworker, Dexter Morgan. If I end up on a slab next

Yes. You read that right. Her name is also Masuka. No relation. (I checked. I ran the DNA. She’s not my secret love child. Probably.) They fog up my goggles, they pronounce "Luminol"

Despite the creepy vibes, the girl is a . She organized my reagent shelf alphabetically and by molecular weight. She found a trace of soil on a victim’s shoe that Batista missed. She even laughed at my “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!” joke.

Her name is . I’m not kidding. Her parents have a sick sense of humor. I call her "M.I.D." for short. Or "Mini-Masuka."