They all called him mad. They all called him crazy. Sure, they may have been right. But, now they would pay for their insolence! They used the excuse that was he who called himself a “Mad Scientist”. But, what could they expect? In this day and age, you could not get anywhere in the world of evil without the that title. It wasn't his fault that the realm of evil had such a good dental plan.
Whatever the reasons though, it didn't matter. This would be their last day. He had infiltrated the mainframe of the local gas station and was about to set a trap that would ruin them. After hours of brainstorming, he came up with a plan to make their computer explode whenever someone pressed the ‘u’ key. Anybody coming in to buy a hamburger would be doomed! Then all (or at least some) would know the name Timothy Zitt!
Why the gas station? Well, he may have been evil, but he wanted to start off small. Not only that, but the manager of the gas station was the most vile person that had ever been brought to life. Six weeks earlier, Timothy had applied for a job at that gas station. However, the manager had rejected his application due the the fact that Timothy’s resume was a napkin that had “Hire me or die” written on it. He had been warned. Now, it was too late.
Everything was set. Now all he had to do was wait. Not for the right opportunity. He had posed as a repairman to get the computer out of the gas station just a few days ago. Right now, he was waiting for the software to finish installing. Unfortunately, it was taxing a long time for it to do so. He was starting to get bored, so he decided to get online. Unfortunately that was being slow too. He was about to get off when a messenger window pop up.
MamaBear63: Hi honey!
Great. The computer wasn’t fast enough to install a grand virus but was fast enough to let him get annoyed. He couldn't close IM. They would just keep popping up. And, if he didn't answer, it would cause suspicion. He had to be careful though. If the software finished installing in the middle of all of this, accidentally typing ‘u’ would be disastrous. He had to keep his temper under control.
m@dg3n1ys: Hi mom.
MamaBear63: How are you doing, sweetheart?
m@dg3n1ys: I’m ok
m@dg3n1ys: I’m kinda in the middle of something. Can we talk later?
MamaBear63: Too busy for your mother?!
m@dg3n1ys: Sorry, I’m...distracted.
MamaBear63: You forgot, didn’t you?
m@dg3n1ys: What?
MamaBear63: IT’S MOTHER’S DAY!
m@dg3n1ys: It is?! Oh no I’m so sorry!
MamaBear63: You better be!
m@dg3n1ys: Mom, don’t yoo know I have a really bizy life?
MamaBear63: Yes, I know. But that gives you no excuse!
MamaBear63: And your spelling is atrocious.
m@dg3n1ys: It’s not my falt. The keyboard is broken
MamaBear63: I don’t believe you
m@dg3n1ys: I really don’t have time
MamaBear63: Fine. Leave me like all your other siblings
m@dg3n1ys: It’s not like that
MamaBear63: No! It’s just like that!
m@dg3n1ys: Is this the alcohol talking?
MamaBear63: My sobriety is none of your business!
m@dg3n1ys: Mom...
MamaBear63: And that girl you like is fat!
m@dg3n1ys: Genna has a gland problem!
MamaBear63: Yah, her glands are full of fat!
m@dg3n1ys: Mom!
MamaBear63: If she popped pimples, fat would fly out!
m@dg3n1ys: MOM...
MamaBear63: Talk about a greaser!
m@dg3n1ys: MOM I’M BIZY! CAN YOU...
Boom!
U
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