by Dr. Tomorrow » Thu Apr 04, 2019 5:00 pm
Yes, yes, quip away. I figured with you all in one dimension, you'd quip enough to make your own ears bleed and no one elses.
What do I ~want~, Lizardman? I wanted to do this the quick and painless way, with all of you locked together, out of my hair for once. I was thinking of setting up shop, free to continue my research without having you lot pop in every five minutes. 'No, Doctor, you can't experiment with the fundamental forces of reality'. 'No, Doctor, you can't invert gravity in a 45 kilometer square around central Berlin'. 'No, Doctor, you have to pay for those birthday cards'. They have no weight! The self-service checkout does not recognize them!
And so, I created this little situation for you all. Clear out three universes of their little X-festations, and quarantine it all over there. I figured you'd spend your time just stabilizing what you had -- creating a new world for the four of you. But no, of course not, not the X-Men. Chimps with bombs, destroying and smashing their way to the inevitable end.
Three worlds in the palm of my hand, ready to serve my needs. And all of you, there to ruin it. No vision! No panache! No refunds.
Well, as fun as that has been to watch, I think it's time this little game ended. There's a rerun of Eastenders I've missed in two different universes; I don't plan to miss it in a third.
I'm going to come over there and sort your molecules alphabetically."