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In Stephen Hawkings secret laboratory...
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| Now that i have created this body from 92% brain tissue, i will successfully be able to create a utopia to my liking here on earth without a single person able to suppress my massive intelligence!!! | |
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The Construction of the Utopia begins...
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| My patsy, Ginuwine, will be able to complete my dirty work on the surface, while i can relax in my lab creating new useless equations, ideas, and theories that will benefit nobody. | |
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| me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me | |
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Meanwhile, the answer to the problem sits at his computer late one night...(Little does he know whats occurring outside)
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| OHHH MYY!!!! This stuff sure does have some bite to it....(as he downs some Ripple). i wonder if anybody wants to play some basketball??? | |
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