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While his life of decadence was leading him ever further from his family, and his creator... Adam's parents decided it was tome to move farther from a metropolis.
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| Boys, your mother and I have come to a decision. | |
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Safely out of their father's cybernetically enhanced earshot the boys discuss their fate.
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| Man, of all the crap... what in the... oh this is just screwed up. Joe, do you even want to move way out to Jackson? I mean what is in Jackson anyway? | |
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| All I know Adam, is that this is gonna suck. | |
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Paul decides to forgo all that troublesome contractor business and sends Adam to prepare their new lair.
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| Oh, Adam. I forgot to mention. The house is, well... a fixer-upper. You go and play carpenter, and we'll catch up to you in three months. | |
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| Three months? No lights, no phone, no motor car, this is just what a youth with aspirations of meager global domination needs to give him a leg up. | |
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