Mad Scientist
• Written by QM
Patterns, Patterns, Galactic patterns
putting my gray on black matter
shatter multi-versal portals passing
limits of mere mortals, let me introduce
myself to you, I'm Dr. Q, do you want
to oggle? Then I guess you should take
a look to the left see the latest work
of my genetic chefs. It's a toucan with
the mind of a man, chirping kill me, but
it will be the key to securing me financially
to set my study to the next expedition, saving
humanity is my mission, so if you have riches,
you can ride first class, there's not gonna be
coach or economy class, and only the famous
gonna get a free pass. Could it be that I only
grant the wishes of the richest, so if I save
it's for my wish to gather riches flipping switches
in my lab, I'm a scientist mad, seeking funds to
create anything that I can. I'm not evil I just
don't seek to avoid so should galaxies be destroyed
at least we toyed with the concept, needless risk?
nonsense. No, I don't think about ethics often. Ok,
Dr. Q's fun fact of the day, yo, if you slice a potato's
3rd gene vertic- Lay's, inject that gene into the skull
of a woman, get her pregnant, there'll be mashed
potato's cookin', mash the potato-kid's face in, gets
me hard just lookin. Took in the sight gave me the
might to create a creature to stalk the night with the
ears of a cat, the wings of a bat, sings loud like a bird
and thinks like a rat, so we'll know where the trouble's
at, know where to rumble at. I propose we put its arrests
in a nuclear vat, you clear that, see what comes out.
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QM
Member since February 10 2015