There are many things you can eat that aren't food!

As the results of Zack's most recent pet-project came through, Zack rolled a cigarette, studying the figures as they came through.  Walking thoughtfully to his desk, he struck a match against the "Warning!!!  Extremely volaitile chemicials!!  No naked flames, this means you, Zack!" sign, nailed to the solvents cabinet, and lit the cigarette.  Sweeping some printouts off his chair, he put his feet up on his desk, and called out to Holly.
"Holly, I'm going to need to run some more tests.  Put this project on hold, there's something weird about these NMR specs.  Some kind of strange contaminant in the air, and it's got into my samples."
"Hmmm.... what?  Oh, the quest to find a washing up powder additive that rhymes with "bright"?"
"Yeah, what an advertising coup that'll be..." grinned Zack, as small dollar pound signs light up in his eyes.
"Hmmm....  yeah, ok." replied Holly,  not really listening.
"Right, I'm going to have to order some chemicals from supplies if I'm going to sort this out.  Holly send a request down to supplies for these please.  Lets see...."
Zack drew a few diagrams on the printout with a pencil.
"Fucitole!" he exclaimed.
Holly woke up immediately.
"That's what I need, 250 ml of fucitole.  Oh yeah, and three grams of cummingtonite..."
"What?  You yanking my chain?" asked Holly with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"Lets see...  we've got planty of psicose here, but we'll need some moronic acid" Zack muttered with a glance at Holly.  "Plus, we're nearly out of phthalic acid."
"Phthalic acid..... " sighed Holly.
"No, it's a silent "th".  Anyway, see if you can get them down here by this evening, I'd like to set the tests runing overnight, and get the results in in the morning" replied Zack ,as Holly rolled his eyes, and sent the message to supplies.
 
OOC. - Yeah, they do all exist... :)