|
In that next eighteen months, the young Dr Zbob aged thirty years. His memories were restored by the amazing neurosurgical arts of the robots, with a few alterations suggested by Chili.
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| There he is... Everything I loved, nothing I hated about him. The perfect man is born. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
Meanwhile, in the almond throne room...
|
|
|
|
| | |
| They just abandoned me... I can't believe it... I'm the... the CLONE NOBODY LOVED! | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Hey, *I* still love ya, Z Junior ... provided you do my bidding, of course. | |
| | |
|
|
|
