Be me, the lab monkey cuck that's a so called scientist. I rock out of my bed at 7 in the morning, pull out my plastic earplugs, brush my teeth with my plastic toothbrush. I put on my shoes, it uses a lot of plastic. I visit my favourite cafe with my trusty coffee cup (because I want to mininise single use waste, like a libtard), the barista dials in the grinder, full of plastic parts, and makes me the coffee. He went through the same routine an hour ago. I drink it like my sad life depends on it. I take a stroll through the city, cars are roaring, tyres grinding against the road filling the air with plastics. I enter the lab, put on my plastic lab coat, wear a pair of rubber gloves. I fondle with my plastic single use labware, pick up a sample through my plastic pipette tip from the plastic well to a microscope slide.
Oh my, that's a lot of plastic in this fish sample! There's lots of it. Microplastics! I'm covered in that shit too.
I wonder why those poorly executed experiments and associated papers were yeeted. We may never be able to make an experiment that's robust enough, while not requiring a specifically built facility, thereby blowing the budget out of proportion.