When packing for a trip to the upside down, no amount of monster repellant is enough.

The Virus-B-Gone salesman defiantly emptied a whole cartload of spray cans of his product towards the giant carnivorous flower that menaced him on the jungle path - but despite its superficial resemblance to a spherical virus, the flower was not deterred.

The infected plant was angry and surprised when the bearded man sprayed the antiviral solution in its face but seemed unaffected. Thankfully the man had brought a wagon load of the solution and there was only one infected plant in the forest… or so he thought.

Heisenberg (without his trademark hat) calmly doused the shrubs of the forest glen. Peering from behind his anti-shrub spray tanker, sentient shrubs cheered. They knew Heisenberg's hubris would lead to his downfall.

Heisenberg carefully considered his options from inside the gray steel tank of death while poison clouds surrounded him; with his next action, he would either prove his calculations correct by successfully detonating an atomic bomb, or blow himself to kingdom come.

Clearly not understanding the classic warning signs of death and poison, he stood in the chamber surrounded by unstable atoms and atomic particles, not realizing that his mere presence would set off a chemical chain reaction, resulting in his own genitals exploding and a massive mushroom cloud.