L I V E S!

               OLD AND WRINKLED, and smelling strongly of piss and blood, Doctor Satan sat glaring towards the clown from his wheelchair. Deep hits from his respirator for strength, and then, in his accented and garbled voice he hisses something in response-- and it just barely manages to sound like television static. 

A finger is pointed and eyes narrowed, but what in the holy hell did he say?

     it feels like walking into a haunted house, kids in masks covered in fake blood— wheels screech as the good DOCTOR is brought in, rj turning away from the television to look at the SIGHT.     ❝ wielding. . ? ❞     he’s not sure the practical use of that in regards to medicine.      ❝ —— there’s one down at the yard. i don’t have one here. ❞

     “ Yes! Yes, wielding. My children must have support! ” The PEOPLE OF TOMORROW would be a born from the copulation of flesh and steel! They would have bones that could not break-- minds that would not BEND. “ Like a tree they must be sturdy and unbreakable. The metal... I BURN it in to their flesh. ” 

Fingers tap anxiously-- the Doctor’s breathing and the television set filling a brief moment of silence before  a fist feebly pounds against the chair’s armrest.