uninterrupted, as she just got a microwave, but I think it could be of use to all you mad scientists in training:A microwave? Cool! and just in time, for the season of monsters is nearly apon us.
Pull out your lab coat, and get your evil mad scientist laugh ready. It's almost Easter time. That means those innocent little bunnies and chicks know as Peeps will be hitting the shelves soon.
"Peeps," you ask?
Yes, Peeps.
As with all mad scientists, your goal is world domination. You need people cowering in fear. You need their obedience. You need people not daring to change the channel when (in your case) Jerry Springer is on.
Once again, you ask, "Peeps? Are you crazy?"
Yes, to the first. And I plead the 5th to the second. But anyway...
Some mad scientists work through mind control. Others work through death rays. I few work through weapons of mass destruction. And a few make miniture copies of themselves.
But I feel you are an evil genius with tastes close to my own. That means mosters. Mosters of massive strength and destructive potential. Monsters that you can unleash on the unwitting masses and grind them under your heel.
"Peeps? What the fuck are you smoking," you inquire, oh so politely.
Yes, Peeps. And you know what I'm smoking, the exact same thing you are.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah...
Take an innocent little Peep. I prefer the pink ones. And put it in the monster gene manipulator (the microwave), put it on high, and turn it on.
Laugh wildly as the lightening crashes and your monster grows. And grows. And grows.
Then, as you let your monster loose on the city, you can sit back, watch Jerry, eat the remaining Peeps, and smile quietly to yourself with the knowledge that you will soon own the world.
Remember, mad science isn't just a hobby, it's a way of life.
I'm feeling the need to go watch Young Frankenstein, again...