#sixtruths

                  ❝ ---- c’mooooon, fordie. you know it’s a GOOD DEAL. ❞ 

          ------& it is, for a tiny, fragile sack of flesh and brittle bones like him ! mortals are just so BREAKABLE ; whoever came up with the DESIGN and thought it was ADEQUATE ought to be shot on sight, in his humble opinion. or, perhaps, given a warm handshake -- if their intent was to be a TOYMAKER, not a GOD. but, back to it ; for STANFORD PINES, it really is the best deal in the universe. not only does it mean his own SURVIVAL, but ascension -- ELEVATION from one of seven billion humans to one of THEM. ( it also means escape from what’s likely a fate worse than death ; bill isn’t going to be HAPPY if he doesn’t GET what he came for. but all that’s just TECHNICALITIES, no ? ) 

         all it’ll cost him is ONE LITTLE UNIVERSE. that’s not so high a price, is it ? 

   A simple equation was all he needed, was that so much to ask? He wanted to get out of this stupid hick town, for the party here had gotten boring. There were MANY more places to conquer, more lands to burn to the ground, and more galaxies to throw parties the human mind couldn't even comprehend.    The only thing standing in his way though, was this ONE human, this one man who showed him this puny race was not as weak as the majority was. This singular mortal was the only thing that stood in his way from universal domination. Oh how Bill wished he could just dive into his mind and tear it apart until he had that equation. Yet, even his newfound powers had limits, limits that were holding him back, and limits he would go beyond when he got out to the field.    Another blast shot out of his eye onto the man as the laughed manically. One eye that went into the depts of one's soul and corrupted it with insanity stared down the six fingered man. His patience was growing wearily.

❝ SO HOWS 'BOUT IT