CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Professor almost felt like laughing.
"Ah, well, I hoped this wouldn't happen," sighed the Squid God, in the body of the Professor's wife. "It very rarely does, but I guess the Professor wasn't as careful when sneaking out this time. Did you leave the window open, dear?"
"I can't remember," said the Professor. "And don't call me dear! I'm not yours. You're not her! YOU'RE NOT."
"Aww, but I'm so pretty," said the Squid God.
"You are the Squid God," said the robot, as a matter of fact.
"So you knew about all this all along," said the Professor.
"No," said his robot. "I deduced it in the last eighteen seconds. Logically there is no one you could be but the Squid God, using the Professor's deceased wife as a meat puppet..."
"Deceased because you murdered her," said the Professor.
"Irrelevant," said the robot. "You wish to stop my plans for world domination."
"Can't have someone else dominating the world," said the Squid God, apologetically. "It's mine, baby."
"And you think you can stop me with that feeble body? I deduce that you care keeping the majority of your strenght in reserve to hold off Taylor Swift."
"A robot, Taylor Swift...do you really think I fear either of you? I am older than you can comrehend, I hold power over life and death, I have seen the universe die a million times..."
"Yet clearly you haven't achieving a lasting reign as the world's ruler, or you wouldn't be hiding in the woods with this snivelling wretch."
"Hey!" said the Professor. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have your time travl device, you would never be able to create your army..."
"And you still have to send that message to avoid the paradox," said the robot to the Professor, before turning to the Squid God. "So don't even think about killing him."
"Killing is boring," said the Professor. "Unless it's killing a robot. RRRRRRRRRR!" She flew into attack. The robot was quick to fire its gun, but the Squid Wife sailed over the beam that came from it with inhuman agility. The beam hit a tree and disintegrated it. The Professor watched the surreal scene of the Squid God in the body of his dead wife hitting his former robot butler with an ineffectual flying kick. The robot grabbed her and tried to tear her head off, but the Squid Wife quickly pulled free and not the robot back with a percision blow to the neck. It seemed to be a weakpoint, as the robot staggered back a few steps. The Professor remembered that there were important motor control system's located in the robot's neck. Clever. The Squid Wife ran at the robot and the robot punch its fist straight through her chest. The Professor gasped, instictively. For as much as he hated her, the Squid Wife still had the appearance of his wife and it was impossible for the Professor to want to see her hurt (trying to strangle her before had been an animalistic act.)
The Squid Wife turned to look at him, still standing despite the gaping hole in her chest.
"Don't worry, dear," she said. "My body isn't as easily destroyed as it once was." And, in mere seconds, new flesh grew over the place where the hole had once been. The body returned to the exact state it had been in before. The Squid Wife smiled at the Professor and turned back to duck another punch from the robot. That was when the Professor made his decions.
This was too much. It was too insane. He couldn't handle it anymore. It had seemed like a dream, then it was so real he'd been in a panic. Now he was getting used to it and it was driving him insane. He couldn't be around it anymore.
The Professor turned and ran into the woods as fast as he could.
"Ah, well, I hoped this wouldn't happen," sighed the Squid God, in the body of the Professor's wife. "It very rarely does, but I guess the Professor wasn't as careful when sneaking out this time. Did you leave the window open, dear?"
"I can't remember," said the Professor. "And don't call me dear! I'm not yours. You're not her! YOU'RE NOT."
"Aww, but I'm so pretty," said the Squid God.
"You are the Squid God," said the robot, as a matter of fact.
"So you knew about all this all along," said the Professor.
"No," said his robot. "I deduced it in the last eighteen seconds. Logically there is no one you could be but the Squid God, using the Professor's deceased wife as a meat puppet..."
"Deceased because you murdered her," said the Professor.
"Irrelevant," said the robot. "You wish to stop my plans for world domination."
"Can't have someone else dominating the world," said the Squid God, apologetically. "It's mine, baby."
"And you think you can stop me with that feeble body? I deduce that you care keeping the majority of your strenght in reserve to hold off Taylor Swift."
"A robot, Taylor Swift...do you really think I fear either of you? I am older than you can comrehend, I hold power over life and death, I have seen the universe die a million times..."
"Yet clearly you haven't achieving a lasting reign as the world's ruler, or you wouldn't be hiding in the woods with this snivelling wretch."
"Hey!" said the Professor. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have your time travl device, you would never be able to create your army..."
"And you still have to send that message to avoid the paradox," said the robot to the Professor, before turning to the Squid God. "So don't even think about killing him."
"Killing is boring," said the Professor. "Unless it's killing a robot. RRRRRRRRRR!" She flew into attack. The robot was quick to fire its gun, but the Squid Wife sailed over the beam that came from it with inhuman agility. The beam hit a tree and disintegrated it. The Professor watched the surreal scene of the Squid God in the body of his dead wife hitting his former robot butler with an ineffectual flying kick. The robot grabbed her and tried to tear her head off, but the Squid Wife quickly pulled free and not the robot back with a percision blow to the neck. It seemed to be a weakpoint, as the robot staggered back a few steps. The Professor remembered that there were important motor control system's located in the robot's neck. Clever. The Squid Wife ran at the robot and the robot punch its fist straight through her chest. The Professor gasped, instictively. For as much as he hated her, the Squid Wife still had the appearance of his wife and it was impossible for the Professor to want to see her hurt (trying to strangle her before had been an animalistic act.)
The Squid Wife turned to look at him, still standing despite the gaping hole in her chest.
"Don't worry, dear," she said. "My body isn't as easily destroyed as it once was." And, in mere seconds, new flesh grew over the place where the hole had once been. The body returned to the exact state it had been in before. The Squid Wife smiled at the Professor and turned back to duck another punch from the robot. That was when the Professor made his decions.
This was too much. It was too insane. He couldn't handle it anymore. It had seemed like a dream, then it was so real he'd been in a panic. Now he was getting used to it and it was driving him insane. He couldn't be around it anymore.
The Professor turned and ran into the woods as fast as he could.