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The Travails of Mad Science
"Why does everything with you have to end in fire, tears, and fleeing a mob of enraged peasants?"
"Ith Tradithonal. Ith how ith alwath gone."
"That's not how the world works any more! What's wrong with renting a little office space in the suburbs, and finding some startup cash?"
"Thath not how the Mathter would have done it."
"The 'Master' is dead."
Igor sniffed disdainfully.
"And when I bring an attractive woman back to the lab, if there's going to be any strapping her to a table, I'm going to do it! And not to perform hideous experiments on her!"
"Ith Tradithonal. Ith how ith alwath gone."
"That's not how the world works any more! What's wrong with renting a little office space in the suburbs, and finding some startup cash?"
"Thath not how the Mathter would have done it."
"The 'Master' is dead."
Igor sniffed disdainfully.
"And when I bring an attractive woman back to the lab, if there's going to be any strapping her to a table, I'm going to do it! And not to perform hideous experiments on her!"