I was in the Primatech Paper Facility with Peter, explaining how things worked 3 floors down, when all of a sudden I felt a tug at the back of my mind…as though something was happening, somewhere in time, that was affecting me profoundly. Here’s a picture…
Now let’s take a closer look:
There it is! A gray hair, an aberration of nature! My very mortality, taunting me from my follicular glands!!
No. Must stay calm. It is a mere anomaly, it can’t be a sign of age…because if it was, next would come wrinkles…and age spots…and oh, God…my hair…
I’m afraid this new development is putting me in a bad mood, a very bad mood indeed. I am practically at the edge of hysterics, which does not happen often these days, I assure you. How am I supposed to rule save humankind with a gray hair in my head? Must go pluck. Must go dye. But what if it just grows back? Oh, the wretched humanity of it all…it’s all come to this…
It’s tragedies like these that make me want to destroy fix the world and all its imperfections. That’s why I’m looking for this:
It’s called strain 138. It’s a cure, so if you see it, release it immediately. You can just drop it, I think that’ll do the trick. While you’re at it, if you happen to see something that looks like this:
It’s a deadly virus and you should destroy it without wasting another minute! This is important. This is my decree.
God complex? What god complex? I have to go. Dissidents to tie up, strains to release, hair to dye, and all that. I’ll let you know how it goes here.
Catch you later…
Now where can a guy find a damn bathroom around here??