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Soon, Bryce found himself in charge of the Army's secret Singularity project, an attempt to breed superhumans by means of tailored retorvirus. Turns out President Bush thought "DOKKEN KICKS ASS!!!!!"
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| All I have to do is introduce the irradiated strain of virus cocktail alpha-7 into my bloodstream and hit myself with a pulse of UV light... | |
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Unfortunately, once Bryce became like unto a God, his natural love for Dokken conflicted with the sudden infusion of awareness that his omnipotence brought on, and he realized they sucked.
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| LO! The Universe's Secrets Are Mine To Command! I Know All! Matter Becomes Energy At My Whim! I Can Make The Sick Whole, And See Through The Mists Of Time! But...Something Is Wrong! | |
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| Yeah. I was kind of drunk and teasing the Israelites into hanging out in the desert for forty years when I came up with them. Sorry. | |
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