[He looks vaguely dissapointed as he pockets the strange items. It actualy was money--just not the kind needed for this world.]

Dryer?

[He perks up again and runs around the table, leaving whatever was in the beaker bubble over onto the table in a frothy neon orange mess. He pulls one of the tables away from a row of washers, revealing the strange critters floating inside.]

This is Jeremy, Carl and Banjo. I'm waiting for them to start growing extra limbs or change colors. Or something interesting like that.